Rodney Atkins - Man on a tractor

Tekst :

I woke up the same way this morning
like a stranger in my own life
tired and confused with too much to do
nothing left for my kids and my wife
oh i clung to that first cup of coffee
praying god, won’t you show me what’s real
then out in the distance i saw through the window
a man on a tractor with a dog in a field

the dog walked just like it was smiling
the man drove like the world was all right
the tractor hummed on like a part of a song
that you sing to your children at night
his work was laid out there before him
in rows of green, his whole life was revealed
oh what i wouldn’t give if i could just live
like a man on a tractor with a dog in a field

chorus:

let me do what i’m doing
let me be where i am
let me find peace of mind
on my own piece of land
when i’m lost, help me to let go
and find someway to feel
like a man on a tractor with a dog in a field

there i was watching and wondering
my wife came down and sat beside me
she said. “it’s not about living another man’s life
it’s about seeing your own differently
oh this home that i love and my children
what more could one man hope to yield
then she touched my face
and said, “there’s more than one way
to be a man on a tractor with a dog in a field

(repeat chorus)

Inne utwory

  • These are my people
  • Uncomplicated
  • Cleaning this gun
  • Watching you
  • Forgiveness and permission
  • Wasted whiskey
  • Sing along
  • The man i am today
  • The love we make
  • Monkey in the middle
  • Yeah she does
  • About the south
  • My old man
  • Invisibly shaken
  • Someone to share it with
  • Losowe utwory

    Come on closer

    Come on closer
    i wanna show you
    what i d like to do

    you sit back now
    just relax now
    i ll take care of you

    Chorus:
    hot temptations, sweet sensations
    infiltrating through
    sweet sensations, hot temptations
    coming...

    Echoes of terror

    Existence, through a spirit`s will
    A force, use the power of evil

    Darkness, visualize
    As light pierces through your yearning eyes
    Rebirth, of a lost soul
    Your body, a channel with which to grow old

    Mephitic, smell of death
    Rancid flesh,...

    Kiedy zaczynasz

    Mistrzem przebrania chcesz być jak Phantomas
    Kossakiem rapu arcydziełem widzieć każdy swój bohomaz
    Toż to fantazja chora jak to czasem bywa kurwa
    I tak wyjdzie szydło z wora jak dziwa na bulwar
    Osobowość jest jak kaftan
    Opina cię szczelnie i nie zdejmiesz jej sam man...

    Maybe

    Maybe, if I pray every night
    You ll come back to me.
    Maybe, if I cry everyday
    You ll come back to stay.
    Ohhhh, maybe...

    Maybe, if I hold your hand,
    You will understand,
    And maybe, if I kissed your lips

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