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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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more. I fell right down and I cried on the floor. I was hurtin' way down deep inside. Where it don't show, don't show Well, I never felt so bad in my whole life. Thought Miss Brooks was gonna be my
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having fun. Band on the run, band on the run. And the jailer man and sailor sam were searching every one. . For the band on the run, band on the run, band on the run, band on the run. . Well, the
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Bài hát Strike Up The Band - Maureen McGovern. Let the drums roll out. Let the trumpets call. While the people shout. "Strike up the band!". Let the cymbals ring. Callin' one and all. While the saxes
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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 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 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 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 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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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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