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
My man buys me Alan Jackson CD’s
And let’s them cure my heart
He tells me here listen to these
Whenever my crying starts
He knows he’s the love of my
the bottle
Feet kicked up on the dash and
Singing every word, Alan Jackson
While I'm wondering how this happened
Started this night as a couple of friends
I
That I just miss
Back when Joe Diffie painted in John Deere Green
Alan Jackson went on the Chattahoochee
Tim McGraw begged please don't take the girl
you Remember When it was Alan Jackson, You and Me
Most days look different now, but some things haven't changed
I still wanna drive too fast and sing
How 'bout ya show me what kind of cowboy you are?
Are you a Kenny tequila, Buffet margarita
Or an Alan Jackson hurricane?
Are you a good time,
Announcer: Hello my friends, J.D, and we're back to more Alan Jackson live from Nashville.
Alan: We're going to put a little more flovor on this one.
maybe
We could find us a brand new recipe.
[Alan Jackson:]
I got a hot rod Ford and a two dollar bill
[Clint Black:]
And I know a spot right over
And we got the subs up loud and we 'bout to get it started
'Cause we the people of the constitution
Bumping Alan Jackson on the Chattahoochee
We're
need to wash my truck
But hell, I kinda don't care
I think old Alan Jackson said it best
"It's 5 o'clock somewhere"
Half of me wants a cold beer
Let's get it
Girl, you gone and done it to me, hotter than a hoochie-coochie
Got me like the first time I heard Alan Jackson "Chattahoochee"
I
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
(feat. Alan Jackson)
Everybody get on your feet
You make me nervous when you in your seat
Take off your shoes and pat your feet
We're doing
there dancin'
Kinda wild and free like she just might be from California
But the way she asked the band for some Alan Jackson
Got me leaning a little
he climbed up on his jet
Played south Florida with Alan Jackson
That's some things that you never forget
And all that stuff it makes you feel real good
land
Welcome to Nashville, land of opportunity
Welcome to Nashville, your cab driver knows Alan Jackson
Welcome to Nashville, the dreams are
loud
George Strait, Alan Jackson
Jim Beam, Jack Daniels, Three Chords & the Truth
Fist fights, dim lights, wifis, alibis, bubbles and booze
And it's
need to wash my truck
But hell, I kinda don't care
I think old Alan Jackson said it best
"It's 5 o'clock somewhere"
Half of me wants a cold beer
land
Welcome to Nashville - land of opportunity
Welcome to Nashville - your cab driver knows Alan Jackson
Welcome to Nashville - the dreams are
I still chew a little Red Man
Hit the lake and cast a line
Hold the door and say yes ma'am
Gas up my 4-wheel drive
I keep Alan Jackson playing
Da va klokko kvart på fem ein søndag
At da ringt på døre mi
Dar sto Alan Jackson
Å eg sa
Hey you please come in
Han sa My car got some problems
On my
coochie
Got her wetter than the rain, super soaker, super gushy
Crooked done forgot her name, only heard her screamin' "do me!"
Country Alan Jackson Wayne,
There's a reason why the boys pick
The Georgia peaches
We grow where the grass is green
We got homegrown in our jeans
We love country everything
From Alan
George Strait starts dancing somebody shoot me in the head
Last night I had a bad dream that country was going pop
I seen Alan Jackson break dancing
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