Lyrics:
That's deadly (deadly)
Shot after shot
'Til the lights come on
'Til the cows come home
That's deadly (deadly)
Drop after drop
'Til the sun comes up
let the good times roll and don't never
Let your young grow old in these days around this Podunk town
You'll think about 'em 'til the cows come home
til the cows come home
If you want to get naughty that's not so bad
We could have the best time that we've ever had
So hey merry Christmas,
Hey Merry
Hey
I wanna make her love me 'til the rock ain't stone
And I wanna make her love me 'til the cows come home
And I wanna make her love me 'til
Hey
I wanna make her love me 'til the rock ain't stone
And I wanna make her love me 'til the cows come home
And I wanna make her love me 'til
in my country soul
And I'll be rockin' it 'til
The cows come home
Here I am on the stage, you all know my name!
With many country accolades
Country's
Til The Cows Come Home
Written By: Kyndon Oakes, Mark Vikingstad, Michael Boris & Renn Anderson
Little birdie told me
That you've been feeling it
and the place stays packed
'Til the cows come home at Cadillac Ranch
Well we gave all the cows away
Now the only horns around here today
Are the ones up
on a bed of gold
Roll me round 'til the cows come home
Drive me wild in the soft sweet grass
Hillbillies……… like it like that!
Sun's coming up
queer
They have a saxophone
And they're playing songs til the cows come home
I'm the kinda girl
With an axe to grind
I take no prisoners
I just take
I'll be with you 'til the cows come home
But, please don't let me catch you get down low
Don't you lie to me, baby, no, don't lie to me
You see, it makes
long
Yeah, ready to rock 'til the cows come home
Well, it's the same ol' me, so don't be afraid
I'm just ready to rock in a country kinda way
This
Dancin' pretty baby, 'til the cows come home
Pretty baby dance all night long
Dancin' on the corner when the bars all close
Pretty baby just goes
Move over lonesome
I'm coming through
I'm gonna live my own life, yeah I've got better things to do
Than to sit here crying
Til the cows come home
rather had a roughneck
Save a little change till the oil goes away but I ain't that way
No I'm gonna ride my pony til the cows come home
I'm gonna sing my
sorrows
You can drink 'til the cows come home
But nobody likes drinking, or thinking alone
Stars will shine and what is broke will mend
Find the voice
night long 'til the cows come home
Might not be your cup of sweet tea
But every weekend way out here
We like to spend all the dollars
And drink all
jobs and wives to feed
And gotta buy the kids new shoes
We don't care 'cause we're not there
We're gonna party til the cows come home
Kick back take off
on self loathing til the cows come home
My mind's a thunderdome
Watch the flares go up
Watch the knees meet loam
Watch the knees meet loam
I said
Subsist
Say it 'til the cows come home until it gets to you
Come on home Cindy, Cindy, come on home Cindy, Cindy
Come on home Cindy, Cindy, come on home
Say it 'til the cows come home until it gets to you
Come on home Cindy, Cindy, come on home Cindy, Cindy
Come on home Cindy, Cindy, come on home
When I get home
When I'm getting home tonight
I'm gonna hold her tight
I'm gonna love her 'til the cows come home
I bet I'll love her more
'Til I
When I get home
When I'm getting home tonight
I'm gonna hold her tight
I'm gonna love her 'til the cows come home
I bet I'll love her more
'Til I
ya say?)
Hillbillies love it in the hay
Let me down on a bed of gold
Roll me round til the cows come home
Drive me wild in the soft sweet
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