Testi:
Andy Griggs The Good Life

I'll admit it got to me hearing your voice on my machine It took all I had to just let you talk and not pick up where we left off Cause every night

Sittin' in the seat of my old Olds Pretty city lights down far below Sittin there soakin' up all of the heat of the fire You slide a little closer and

you're buying the rounds They'll tell you jokes and light your smokes At every bar in town But as soon as you hit some hard times And the good times disappear

Nothing I can do is gonna change The fact you're gone away, now. God knows I've tried. And nothing I can do can stop the rain, From falling on my face

You can ride with me,baby Take you everywhere I go You can roll down the windows Turn the knobs on my radio Listen to your rock n' roll You can get up

Time is a Gypsy, never slows down Just keeps moving covering ground Tell 'em the future deal 'em the cards Slippin' away just like smoke in the dark