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Κορυφαία τραγούδια από Brent Cobb
Παρόμοια τραγούδια
Συντελεστές
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brent Cobb
Vocals
Dave Cobb
Acoustic Guitar
Brian Allen
Bass
Chris Powell
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brent Cobb
Songwriter
Joshua Nathan Taylor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dave Cobb
Producer
Pete Lyman
Mastering Engineer
Matt Ross-Spang
Mixing Engineer
Στίχοι
Sittin' on the front porch on a Sunday afternoon
Just me and a buddy who I've known for a few years
We figured since the weather is nice
We might as well soak up the sights
Of Nashville with no suits and ties around
Conversation covers everything and in between
From grandpa's health to marrying good girls
Oh, we ain't up to nothing
Just solving all the problems of the world
We joke and laugh at the present and past
How some things do and some don't last
Like friends you make 'round here
Sometimes somehow just disappear
Oh, it's funny to the two of us
The folks back home make such a fuss
About the way we're livin' day to day
And guitars pickin'
The conversation covers everything and in between
From modern music to Mama Tried by Merle
Oh, we ain't up to nothing
Just solving all the problems of the world
As they come and go like us wannabes on music row
We're made to just burn out the way a star is made to glow
We light us one last cigarette
Make plans to do what we ain't done yet
He wants to buy a Jeep, I'd like to make it through next week
If I do and he does too, I bet we'll do it all again
Shoot the bull about what's new on another Sunday afternoon
Where the conversation covers everything and in between
From life is good to giving it a whirl
Oh, we ain't up to nothing
Just solving all the problems of the world
Writer(s): Brent Cobb, Joshua Taylor
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