Rodney Atkins - My old man

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I got a picture of him, barefoot in the mud.
Behind his grandpa s plow an two great mules.
When he turned ten years old, on May 8, 53.
He grew up fearin God in Washburn, Tennessee.
The closest thing he had to a Dad was his Uncle Bob.
An he could only dream of things like little league baseball.
An that little boy, with big blue eyes and calloused hands,
Huh, became my old man.

Well she was a Kentucky girl, born on Valentine s Day.
The fourth child of five to my Grandma, Eula May.
So shy and beautiful with sunset hair and emerald eyes.
Her Daddy spent his life workin in the coal mines.
Now in my eyes, all my life, my Daddy s been a Saint.
But even Saints need Angels to show them the way.
And over thirty-seven years ago, he asked for Margaret Lynn s hand.
And that Angel married my old man.

And there were times I tried to buck, the truthful things they said.
But now I m glad that, more than once, they rattled my stubborn head.
Cause my folks are just like mountains, I looked at from afar.
But now the closer I get to them, the bigger they are.

The time seems to fly anymore, and the holidays are so far apart.
There s no way a phone call could express what s in my heart.
So this is just a song to say how greatful I am.
For Mamma and my old man.

For Mamma and Dad.

Rodney Atkins - I will come to you

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I never thought I d live to see you leave me
but just like the rainfall it s coming down
And something says I shouldn t try to stop
Even though I want to I just don t know how
I guess the price of your plans is worth cashing in
All our yesterdays but baby someday

I will come to you like the sweetest revelation
Like the words that you re not saying
Or a name you forgot you knew
I will come to you
Maybe in song you ll see me and realize you need me
And baby when you do I will come to you

Remember when we went from second guessers
To midnight confessors we had no fear
How it finally felt to have someone to run to
Somewhere to come to baby I m still there
I know you ll find your way back to this place
If you follow your heart then stay where you are

I will come to you like the sweetest revelation
Like the words that you re not saying
Or a name you forgot you knew
I will come to you
Maybe in song you ll see me and realize you need me
And baby when you do I will come to you

I will come to you like the sweetest revelation
Like the words that you re not saying
Or a name you forgot you knew
I will come to you
Maybe in song you ll see me and realize you need me
And baby when you do I will come to you

Rodney Atkins - The love we make

Tekst :

I m not the man you see in all those movies
Or read about in all those fashion magazines
I won t build you monuments
Or fill your purse with rubies
Baby that s not me

But I will hold you while you re sleeping
And I will be there when you wake
And we can fill up the whole world
With all the love we make

I may never be a man of great position
Never be a new aged sensitive guy
But I will hear you every time you shisper
I ll feel it when you cry

And I will hold you while you re sleeping
And I will be there when you wake
And we can fill the seven seas
With all the love we make

Till the last day of forever
I know we ll be joined together
And I will stand by you
I ll be loving you

And I will hold you while you re sleeping
And I will be there when you wake
And we can fill up the whole world
With all the love we make
All the love we make baby
All the love we make

Inne utwory

Losowe utwory

Get out of this alive

Your guilty
I see you looking at me
Do you wan t to see the after show
And i m dying to get inside of you
If I only knew where this will go

My head is screaming
Hate, shame
God hope I get out of this...

Let you down

A world without you here
An unreflecting mirror
His words were so sincere
He left you standing there

Oh, I ll never let you down
While I m still around

His words were never meant
Your one last tear s been...

Fake

Fake! Fake! Fake!
Why are you such a Fake! Fake! Fake!
Why are you such a Fake! Fake! Fake!
Thought you had me round your finger
Now my phones off the receiver
Apparently you don t know or do care to
Comprehend just...

Underneath your clothes

You re a song
Written by the hands of God
Don t get me wrong
Cause this might sound to you a bit odd
But you own the place
Where all my thoughts go hiding
Right under your clothes
Is where I...

Believe me

Sleep,
In the shadows
Breathe,
In the air
Without dreaming
Without a care, oh

Look,
In the mirror
Cry,
No control
I ve got a fever
I ve got my whole, oh

I tried to believe it
Tried to receive it
With eyes of power
Will you deceive...