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Song Tequila . Singer Brooks, Dunn. One shot, Two shot, Three tequila floor, . Cowboy bouncer's 'bout to bowl me out the door . Jose got me stumblin' mumblin' like a fool . That worms got a kick like
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Song Unloved - Brooks, Dunn. I know you know. Just how it goes when it goes. And how it feels. To be lost and left alone on your own. And what it's like. To give all you got and have to stand and
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like the heat of a thousand fires The heat of a thousand fires Ain't no cryin' in the club, hey, hey Let the beat carry Your tears as they fall, baby Ain't no cryin' in the club, hey, hey With a little
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Song Believe - Brooks, Dunn. Old man Wrigley lived in that white house. Down the street where i grew up. Momma used to send me over with things. We struck a friendship up. I spent a few long summers
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Song Believe - Brooks, Dunn. Old man Wrigley lived in that white house. Down the street where i grew up. Momma used to send me over with things. We struck a friendship up. I spent a few long summers
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Song My Maria - Brooks, Dunn. My Maria don't you know . I've come a long, long way. I been longin' to see her. When she's around she takes my blues away. Sweet Maria the sunlight surely hurts my eyes
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Song My Maria - Brooks, Dunn. My Maria don't you know . I've come a long, long way. I been longin' to see her. When she's around she takes my blues away. Sweet Maria the sunlight surely hurts my eyes
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Song Indian Summer - Brooks, Dunn. The tall weeds lay flat down. On the hard flat Kansas ground. And a sad song in her head,. Kept blowin' round. She barely even knew his name,. But she liked the way
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Song Hillbilly Deluxe - Brooks, Dunn. Well, up in the backwoods, down in the holler. Old boy feeling like a dog on a collar. Keepin' that chain hold tight. Waiting on Saturday night. Put on the smell
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Song Go West - Brooks, Dunn. That burning sunset in the sky. Is calling out to us tonight. I won't work for my old man. Anymore that you fit into your mommas plan. There's a place for people like you
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Song I Fall - Brooks, Dunn. I breeze through the day. And nothin' much seems to get in my way. I don't have a care at all. You walk in the room. It's always the same. You call out my name. I turn
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Song Cowboy Town. Singer Brooks, Dunn. Dirt, Mud, and Dust. Bibles and Beer. Outlaws, Barb Wire, Saddles, and Steers. Its a simple life, Oh its sacred ground. Hard times, High winds can't bring us
