If I were your love then I wouldn't be just your past If I were your love then I wouldn't be just your past No if I were your love then I wouldn't be
you If I were a smile I could feel your lips so warm If I were your love then would I be in your arms If I were a prayer you say before you go sleep
Traduzione: Jones, George. If I Were.
You know I?m chilling on the back roads, Laid back rollin to some George Jones, Smoke rollin out the window, An ice cold beer sittin in the console Memory
(feat. Colt Ford) [Brantley Gilbert:] yeah I'm chillin on a dirt road. Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones Smoke rollin' out the window An ice
(feat. Brantley Gilbert) You know I?m chilling on the back roads, Laid back rollin to some George Jones, Smoke rollin out the window, An ice cold beer
me if I care, dude I gotta let her go I'm tired of the drama and the law knockin at my do' (Look, do what you gotta do, I'ma do the same too) (Push her
with plans of getting me captured Even behind bars, I'm still gon' shine I'm 10 years younger than Yayo, I get out, I'm fine Then I go right back, nigga I
a voice called out "Shoot!" To save my steeple, I visited people; for this I'd gone when I met Little John. His name came, I understood, when the
You know I'm chilling on the back roads Laid back rollin' to some George Jones, Smoke rollin' out the window, An ice cold beer sittin' in the console
that's right I'm hittin' easy street in mud tires That's right, Yeah i'm chillin' on a dirt road, Laid back swervin' like i'm George Jones Smoke rollin
no more of that rock n roll So we put on a little George Jones and just sang along Those white lines get drawn into the sun if you aint got no one
Southern gallantry Before cushioned insoles and arch supports There were feet that sank in rusted chains, and uhh backs that cracked beneath the weight of slave names like Jones
that's right I'm hitting easy street on mud tires, let's ride I'm chilling on a dirt road Laid back, swerving like I'm George Jones Smoke rolling out
George Jones, better leave that cell phone alone Don't be talkin' as you try to get back home If you don't change your ways my friend. George Jones
Chillin' on a dirt road Laid back, swervin' like I'm George Jones Smoke rollin' out the window An ice cold beer sittin' in the console Memory lane up
