Testi:
Gill Grand

Un jour je ferai mon grand cerf-volant Un cote rouge, un cote blanc Un jour je ferai mon grand cerf-volant Un cote rouge, un cote blanc, un cote tendre

Yo era de un barrio pobre del centro de la ciudad, ella de clase alta pa decir verdad, montada en un mercedez, automatico, dos puertas, yo rodando en

Oh, I'm drawn to you Like a burnin' flame But somebody's waitin' That bears my name Oh, Lord knows I'd love to love you 'Cause you know I'm just a man

In these last few days, you've been on my mind. An' we should get together an' talk about old times. An' put the past behind us before life slips away

No man ever sounded so lonesome No man ever made you feel such pain Lord, it must have been a real mean bottle That made you sing that way The stories

(Vince Gill / Leslie Satcher) I wanna hear an old time fiddle Play an old time fiddle song I might even drink just a little If you play Little Jolie

Well, it ain't hard to see you've got the blues Come hold on to me, and I'll comfort you A pretty little angel with a heavy heart Well, tryin' to carry

This old guitar and me And the things that we've been through C.F. Martin built him Back in nineteen fourty-two I remember when we met I was only seventeen

We closed down the Border Cantina And drank margaritas till dawn You were my sweet senorita And I was your handsome Don Jaun We danced like there was