Wrong Ones

[00:00.000] 作词 : Louis Bell/Charlie Handsome/Austin Post/Luke Combs/James McNair/Ernest Smith
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Louis Bell/Charlie Handsome/Austin Post/Luke Combs/James McNair/Ernest Smith
[00:13.955] Lift kit on a limousine, I got
[00:16.855] Ten problems down in Tennessee, and I
[00:19.742] Ain't got the time to fix 'em all
[00:25.710] Skipped breakfast at Tiffany's for a
[00:28.446] Little sermon with Bethany
[00:30.812] Now I'm sittin' at a bar on 17th, and I'm gone
[00:36.438] With them cold ones comin'
[00:39.314] And that smoke fillin' up my lungs
[00:42.303] I got ****-you money, girl
[00:45.911] Come on and get you some
[00:48.427] And it's hard to walk a straight line
[00:51.275] When they curvin' up them jeans
[00:54.989] I'm just lookin' for the right one
[00:58.769] But them wrong ones keep lookin' at me
[01:14.699] Straight outta Louisian', I'm a
[01:17.502] Bad boy, real good man, got a
[01:20.260] Six-pack and a farmer's tan, top of the world
[01:26.271] I can't help that they wanna glance
[01:29.010] Ain't one that don't wanna dance
[01:31.899] Bunch of cowboys sayin', "Please don't take the girl"
[01:37.234] Keep them cold ones comin'
[01:40.022] And that smoke fillin' up my lungs
[01:42.987] I got country money, honey
[01:46.022] Come on and get you some
[01:49.077] And it's hard to walk a straight line
[01:52.052] The way they curvin' up them jeans
[01:56.293] I'm just lookin' for the right one
[01:59.312] But them wrong ones keep lookin' at me
作词 : Louis Bell/Charlie Handsome/Austin Post/Luke Combs/James McNair/Ernest Smith
作曲 : Louis Bell/Charlie Handsome/Austin Post/Luke Combs/James McNair/Ernest Smith
Lift kit on a limousine, I got
Ten problems down in Tennessee, and I
Ain't got the time to fix 'em all
Skipped breakfast at Tiffany's for a
Little sermon with Bethany
Now I'm sittin' at a bar on 17th, and I'm gone
With them cold ones comin'
And that smoke fillin' up my lungs
I got ****-you money, girl
Come on and get you some
And it's hard to walk a straight line
When they curvin' up them jeans
I'm just lookin' for the right one
But them wrong ones keep lookin' at me
Straight outta Louisian', I'm a
Bad boy, real good man, got a
Six-pack and a farmer's tan, top of the world
I can't help that they wanna glance
Ain't one that don't wanna dance
Bunch of cowboys sayin', "Please don't take the girl"
Keep them cold ones comin'
And that smoke fillin' up my lungs
I got country money, honey
Come on and get you some
And it's hard to walk a straight line
The way they curvin' up them jeans
I'm just lookin' for the right one
But them wrong ones keep lookin' at me