About "Sony Sessions" album:
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"Sony Sessions" by Christian Kane, which consists of 7 songs.
All I Did Was Love Her
A little out of place
No it ain't my sort of thing
But it makes her smile
So it's alright by me
And this may not be my scene
But I lie every time
'Cause I feel richer than anybody here
With her by my side
We said goodbye
Drinkin' To Drink
I've still got my job,
Still got my woman,
And my dog didn't die,
My family's alright,
I ain't runnin' from nothing,
I didn't have me a bad day,
I got a pretty good life
But I won't let that stand in the way
Of me rockin' tonight.
Well throw me under the train,
Tie me down to the track,
Let them big ole' wheels roll right over my back,
I'll have a smile on my face
All the way to the promise land.
Well toss me out of the plane,
Watch me fall to the ground,
No I don't care
If my body ever gets found,
You know, there's only two things in life that make it worth livin'
That's guitars that tune good and firm feelin' women.
I don't need my name in the marquee lights
I got my song and I've got you with me tonight.
Maybe it's time we got back to the basics of love.
Let's go to Luckenbach Texas with Waylon and Willie and the boys.
This successful life we're livin' got us feuding
Like the Hatfields' and McCoy's.
The weather man says he's never seen
Temperatures rise as high as these in a long time.
Yeah, but we don't mind.
The car's lined up at the edge of the lake,
The radio's on and everybody's takin' the swing in the tree,
Not you and me.
Oh, that's just a waste of time,
We like how it feels just fine.
Something's Got To Give
Faded dreams and blue jeans,
A Rangers cap with sweat rings,
There's a hole in the sole of my favorite boots.
Well I've been at it a long time
Working on that bottom line
And every shirt I've worn,
The collar's been blue.
One of these days I'm gonna jump right off that shelf
And hit the ground runnin'-
At least that's what I keep telling myself.
Still Comin' Down
Her blond hair blowin' in the warm wind,
Dirt road showin' where we'd been.
Throw it into "park" when it's gettin' dark,
Behind a bale of hay.
Listenin' to the rhythm of a pumpjack
Sippin' on a Coca Cola six-pack,
Swingin' our feet to the steady creak of that old tail gate.
Left the radio on and didn't say a word,
Let down her hair and took off my shirt.
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