Testi:
Joe Nichols Man With A Memory

Of how angels are supposed to be There's an aura, a kind of emanating light Suggesting perfection that may very well be true But they can't hold a halo

of things No matter what it is Everything's a thing Off to work in my old Mustang Doin' that bumper to bumper thing Up ahead a ring a ling ding ding

to your mother Life don't have to mean nothin' at all Now if you're a con man lookin' for a pigeon Go out and start a brand new religion Get on TV and make a

So you lit her cigarette You're feelin' pretty good You think you've got a shot Most girls you probably would Yeah this is that kind of place But she

to help the lost get found Stackin' chairs and sweepin' up He can't help a little smile Now there's a man with a mem'ry There's a woman with a past

old man kept talkin' Painting pictures from his memories Did he drag out his past for himself Or was it for me His eyes came alive, he spoke of dancing with

chased monsters from the dark He checked underneath my bed He could lift me with one arm way up over top his head He could loosen rusty bolts with a

can't hold a halo to you I pray the Lord, "Forgive me" 'cause when you touched me That's when I knew that they can't hold a halo to you No, they can

your mother Life don't have to mean nothin' at all Now if you're a con man lookin' for a pigeon Go out and start a brand new religion Get on TV and make a