In this country dreams don't sleep. Hands stay open wide as the streets in your pocket. Under your shoes these golden roads. keep telling you Find out fast, Find out hard, Your little Lincoln
I've got a hundred and ninety-six different kind of oil cans. The electric toasters. There isn't a thing in here that wasn't one time or another. Used on the Lincoln Highway In here that wasn't
should have been being with you every day. If you can take a little more Now it takes me back to times on Lincoln Avenue. When you said you'd never get tired of the boy. That seemed to be so far from
Song Lincoln Continentals And Cadillacs - Tim McGraw, Kid Rock. I said is that you in that old picture back behind the bar. Leaning up against that classic car. Sure look cool, man, in your three
Songwriters Paul Joseph Baloche, Lincoln Lee Brewster. You're the one, who made the Heavens. You're the one, who shaped the earth. You're the one, who formed my heart. Long before my birth. I believe
