Testi:
Garth Brooks Garth Brooks

Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays 'Cause no matter how far away you roam If you long for the sunshine and a friendly gaze For the holidays

First time he saw the ground get busted He was 10, it was 1952 His daddy worked hard From sun up til sundown And the goin' got tough Behind them old

and the oil fields fed our family 'neath the amber waves of grain god, he was our savior though his name awas spoke in vain my dad would leave for work

If your paycheck depends on The weather and the clock If your conversation calls for A little more than a coffee pot If you need to pour your heart

Folks call me a maverick Guess I ain't too diplomatic I just never been the kind to go along Just avoidin' confrontation For the sake of conformation

silence Over Belleau Wood that night For a Christmas truce had been declared By both sides of the fight As we lay there in our trenches The silence broke

There's a fire burning bright At our house tonight Slow music playing And soft candlelight On her lips I keep tasting The warm red wine I'm there

He told a good story And all us kids listened 'bout his life on the border And the way it was then And we all believed And when he would finish We'd

On the eighth day God noticed a problem For there below Him stood a cowboy alone Stubborn and proud, reckless and loud God knew he'd never make it on