feel good today and don't our smile look good on our face Cause we know how it feels to live on love Yes we know how it feels to live on love
good today And don't our smile look good on our face 'Cause we know how it feels to live on love Yes, we know how it feels to live on love
good today and don't our smile look good on our face Cause we know how it feels to live on love Yes we know how it feels to live on love
Traduzione: Jones, George. To Live On Love.
love jeans you was wearin Carryin on, this love jones heatin my soul Like a pot of auntie collard greens on top of the stove You keep the business on
Now I'm moving on up to George and Weezy's spot I picked up where my homeboy Eazy stopped I saw the west coast, put the shit on my back Sprayed Aftermath on
the warden's watchin Only difference is the whores is watchin Still love to see a nigga, roll up on 20's Hop in that six-four, roll up on Bentley's like
the pimp hoes and comptonz we 64z I No yeah Love to watch me Specially when im looking rocky Trade with the brokly with the handles on a kawaski Hand on
sad it is, we now live, in a two story house Two Story House Tammy Wynette & George Jones (T. Wynette, G. Tubb, D. Lindsey) 16 Biggest Hit - Tammy Wynette and George Jones
(Darrell Edwards-George Jones) Tell me why baby, why baby, why baby why You make me cry baby, cry baby, cry baby Lord, I can't help but love you 'til
she close, they close, my dawgs stay close I'm gunning for a white rose, driving in a white Rove I'm liver then and hotter then, live on the white gold
for attention though Prayin' that I make it home Stayin' full of holy dope Gettin' it on [Chorus: Bill Chill] Gettin' It On.... All I want to do is get it on
(Darrell Edwards, George Jones) [Originally by George Jones] Tell me why baby, why baby, why baby why You make me cry baby, cry baby, cry baby cry
Peace to DU 'cause I like the way you do me I love to go on about the funk, matter of fact I'd love to be another funk front runner But first we gotta
1968 (with George Jones, Dolly Parton and Emmylou Harris) The dirt was clay and was the color of the blood in me A twelve acre farm on a ridge is southern
war is over soon Guard your grill like George Foreman Time to build, as far as building I'm the doorman, opening doors My blood I expose on the floors
