John Garcia - Kentucky II

Текст песни

I was driving, just a masking
A mile out, oh 'til I’m gone
Like a cool breeze, on the riverside
And her addiction was a friend of mine
She’s got hard rhythm, so much rhythm
And I’ll just ride it out, maybe I’ll choke her out
Always standing, always waiting
Are the infinite answers on the other side of yours?
Ah, ah, oh, whoa
Ah, ah, oh, whoa
Precision like the pen, she was made just to win
All the other ones, born to lose, baby
Transitions and names mean nothing, so choose
Simplify me, don’t deny me
That river bourbon Kentucky, confide in me
Oh
Ah, ah, oh, whoa
Ah, ah, oh, whoa
Ah, ah, oh, whoa, oh, oh
Ah, ah, oh, whoa, oh, oh
Oh
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Oh