Lyrics:
first song came out
Oh, she loves Alan Jackson
And his pretty blonde hair
Oh, I love Alan Jackson
I ain't got a prayer
Well, he tried dressin' like
low and you won't speak
Nuff a dem no love it when you rolling high (true)
"Weh dem woulda want you do?" Strolling by (true)
Nuff a dem no love it
land
Welcome to Nashville, land of opportunity
Welcome to Nashville, your cab driver knows Alan Jackson
Welcome to Nashville, the dreams are
me frown
I need some music from Guitar Town
Come on play me a country song
Now Garth Brooks, he is on top
Alan Jackson's got his own juke box
that piece to my puzzle
And all my satisfaction
You give me butterflies
Like that song by Michael Jackson
Beautiful as a rainbow
No place that we can't
land
Welcome to Nashville - land of opportunity
Welcome to Nashville - your cab driver knows Alan Jackson
Welcome to Nashville - the dreams are
wail back at his call
And when he swore to bring back his love by stories he'd create
Nightmares shifted in their sleep in the darkness of the lake
how Michael Jackson feel
P.Y.T you bad for real
Know why they mad mad mad
I won't lack
Stuck on you like tat tat tat
Wont hold back
Girl its
Olivia, Loretta--god, not Loretta
When'd you ever meet a piece of long-legged, sweet Loretta
Thought she was a woman, thought I was a father
And I can love
And one by one each woman he kiss
(He kiss her and she gon' fall in love)
Stokie's just Stokie, you know?
(Stokie's Stokie)
Till someone shows that they
Time traveller green-eyed woman
An android sent by Cyberlife
Soon we'll talk through the moonlight
With the architect as the world collides
Heart
hour margaritaville, like jimmy buffets
In the living room with a guitar
And Alan Jackson's on the grill
Here's to the Beach bums on the coast
phone but you wasn't picking up (Oh oh)
Got me asking where you gone (Oh oh)
Like Alan Jackson
I think I turned into a werewolf
Like Michael Jackson
love more than "Pulling Your Skirts Up"
And exposin' you hoes so much, people are startin' to wonder
What's up with them fuckin' Wonder Woman underoos?
With the radio up
Our song comes on
Playing Alan Jackson
Livin' on love
I feel the sparks
Between our hearts
Between our hearts
Country nights
Shining
get your hands high
And tonight it's no stress get your hands high
If you with who you love get your hands high, get em up
Keep a good time on stand by
And one by one each woman he kiss
(He kiss her and she gon' fall in love)
Stokie's just Stokie, you know?
(Stokie's Stokie)
Till someone shows that they
And the way you keep make me a fool!
I’m fallin’ like rain
For you beautiful woman
Altough you caused me so much pain
You’re still a beautiful woman
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 deal with the fronters
So I can't
attraction
Any ole dance will do
We like all the Jacksons
Janet, Michael, Tito, Stonewall, Jessie, Reggie, Alan too
Its hip hop and honky tonk
We can bust
have to be on
Four Seasons with the heaters
He pull in the valet, he playin' Jackson 5 Maria
Pourin' good burgundy, drinkin' wine by the liter
fall
If I get me a good lookin' woman
No, no, no, I won't be back at all, all right
And I see, See See Rider, I love you
Yes I do and there isn't one
you may look tonight
You will see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado
Or Georgia by the sea
Working for some man
Who may not know at all who I
you gotta remember i'm a
Little hick ass kid who
Lives in Cheatam County i grew
Up on like Alan
Jackson and shit the other stuff
I had to find
For
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