Search results for real thing by george strait

We've found 56 lyrics, 100 artists, and 100 albums matching real thing by george strait:



watching you spin with Sawyer Brown
Even Jo Dee Messina's shaking her hips and all of her red
But if George Strait starts dancing somebody shoot me in
they would
And in my real world
I'm a little messed up and broke, don't you know

I got more money then George Strait
I throw benjies out the window
then let me show you, darlin',
a little cowboy love.
 
Underneath the midnight moonlight, 
cuddled up real tight, cozied down by a fire,
list'nin'
[George:]
Don't kiss me, darling
I want you to hear the things I say
I loved you in my way
But you know I'm gonna leave you

[Mutya:]
then let me show you, darlin',
a little cowboy love.
 
Underneath the midnight moonlight, 
cuddled up real tight, cozied down by a fire,
list'nin'
dancing 
Just ain't what they really want 
Drive out to the boondocks and park down by the creek 
And where it's George Strait 'til real late
really want
Drive out to the boondocks
And park down by the creek
And where it's George Strait
Real late dancing cheek to cheek

Ain't going down
'Til
really want
Drive out to the boondocks and park down by the creek
And where it's George Strait 'til real late
And dancing cheek to cheek

Ain't going down
Stetson and a George Strait smile,
Their all linin' up for a two step, he's causin' a scene in his starched 13
MWZ's.

chourus:x2
on the tail gate
Talk about nothing till the day breaks
Amarillo By Morning by George Strait
Yeah, we got it on repeat!

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Just livin'
sold a lotta records and a lotta people know me
Now where's my God damn trophy?

(Award host)
"And the winner is George Strait"
"For best female
Yep, yep, yeah, baby

Aw, naw, Conway and George Strait
Never did it this way
Back in the old days
All y'all, we ain't a cliché
That ain't no way
near
Istanbul. The purpose of the campaign, devised by British
Munitions minister David Lloyd George, first lord of the
Admiralty Winston Churchill,
on the tailgate
Been doin' this for some years, y'all so late (so late!)
Bangin' OutKast and a little George Strait
Hot damn, Colt Ford back with Bubba K

Country
Conway and George Strait
Never did it this way
Back in the old days
Aww y'all, we ain't a cliché
That ain't no way
To treat a lady

Like a girl in
OK First off, you a bitch nigga
Only reason I'm doin this
I'ma jus' name 5 reasons real quick, got a hundred fifty
First, you stole Roc-A-Fella
[Intro: Cam'Ron]
Ok First off, you a bitch nigga
Only reason I'm doin this
I'ma jus name 5 reasons real quick, got a hundred fifty
First - you stole
Here we go
George george george of the jungle watch out for that tree
Or if you're an emcee watch out for me and my man Jazzy
Ahh just hitting it
paint with the gold thang shinin'
Hands out the window, I'm blinded by diamonds
Like they say, all good things to an end
Cause in the game you either
get snatched by the feds

[Chorus: Junior Reid]
I waan dem fi know, seh real gangstas don't play
And if they romp wid us, they have to run away
[Ving Rhames]
He's a hustler, unbound by law
A self-made, millionaire
With a wreckless disregard, for the haters
Ludacris, on "Southern Gangsta"
Run, and I run these things
You can hear it loud and clear like when the school bell rings
Like Martin Luther King, I will do my thing
I'll say it in
from all types of shit
I have your ass plugged up to all types of shit
And I show you dog how your life can get
And every thing all real fuck what you
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
George duke (keyboards, synthesizer, vocals)
Tom fowler (bass)
Ruth underwood (percussion)
Jeff simmons (rhythm
Teph or they a gonner (blah, blah)
That's what it sounds like when thugs cry
I see things, see wings, when the slugs fly
Low-life Lo-so, P-wing rug by