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Jackson Lee

Альбом: Back Home
Длительность: 3:26
Год: 2025
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When I'm smoking alone, my hand still goes to pass it to you
Thinking that you be sipping for the groove, oh, we know that I hold you for two
But mama still cryin' an' daddy's real quiet, I guess that's how this goes
But I'm looking for a goose staring at the moon, this is all I hope

I hope there's a place up in heaven Marlboro man
Shoot the shit and talk about getting gone
Stand where George Jones, Hank, Johnny Cash playing, the air smells of St. Hampton
I hope you got you a beer in your hand singing Simple Man
Girl you're a rug on an old dance floor
'Cause when you're raising your hell up there
I hope it takes you right back to the hell we raised back home

We were out there tonight, two party girls on it left alone
Anytime we walked in a room then we knew pretty soon we would take it home
Haven't it been so long since you went and gone
An' I'm sure that don't sound right
But part of me left on the same night you did
Now give it back when you see it

But I hope there's a place up in heaven
Where cowboys listen to stories about the house and the loaves
A stage where Twitty and Jennings
Has everybody yelling them songs that always make us feel great
I hope you got you a cowboy killer
Give me three steps of mist, just playing lighter than you've ever heard before
And when you're raising your hell up there
I hope you tell them all about the hell we raised back home
The hell we raised back home

I still raise a little hell every now and then
I get to thinking about a long lost friend
'Cause I know you wouldn't want me to cry 'cause you're gone
But you touched to the time that we had when you were

But I hope there's a place up in heaven where Marlboro men
Shoot the shit and talk about getting gone
A stage where George Jones, Hank, Johnny Cash playing, the air smells of St. Hampton
I hope you find you a honky-tonk game
Got her wrapped around you finger and her smile takes you back where you're from

And when you're loving a girl up there, oh
I hope you tell her it's safe for her to hear
About the hell we raised back home