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Paroles de la chanson Whatcha Think Is Gonna Happen? par Tucker Wetmore
She said, "Why?
Why do you love that whiskey
When all it does is get you in trouble?
Can't you keep it on the shelf?
And why?
Why do you love them long nights?
Breakin' hearts in them smoky bars?
Can't you wake up by yourself?"
Well, it ain't all that complicated
I just can't turn down temptation
Give a boy a Red Ryder and a yard full of birds
A souped-up truck and a road full of curves
A town full of bars and a run-down church
Tell me, whatcha think is gonna happen
When you mix all that with a handle of Jim Beam?
Why do you love that whiskey
When all it does is get you in trouble?
Can't you keep it on the shelf?
And why?
Why do you love them long nights?
Breakin' hearts in them smoky bars?
Can't you wake up by yourself?"
Well, it ain't all that complicated
I just can't turn down temptation
Give a boy a Red Ryder and a yard full of birds
A souped-up truck and a road full of curves
A town full of bars and a run-down church
Tell me, whatcha think is gonna happen
When you mix all that with a handle of Jim Beam?
Let him loose with a song and a six-string
Long line of sinners runnin' wild in his bloodstream
Whatcha think is gonna happen?
Me
She said, "Don't
Don't you get tired of the rumors
Lies and truth mixed all together?
Can't tell 'em apart no more
There ain't no winners in the game you're playing
Don't you give a damn 'bout your reputation?
Why you keep putting yourself in these situations?"
Give a boy a Red Ryder and a yard full of birds
A souped-up truck and a road full of curves
A town full of bars and a run-down church
Long line of sinners runnin' wild in his bloodstream
Whatcha think is gonna happen?
Me
She said, "Don't
Don't you get tired of the rumors
Lies and truth mixed all together?
Can't tell 'em apart no more
There ain't no winners in the game you're playing
Don't you give a damn 'bout your reputation?
Why you keep putting yourself in these situations?"
Give a boy a Red Ryder and a yard full of birds
A souped-up truck and a road full of curves
A town full of bars and a run-down church
Tell me, whatcha think is gonna happen
When you mix all that with a handle of Jim Beam?
Let him loose with a song and a six-string
Long line of sinners runnin' wild in his bloodstream
Whatcha think is gonna happen?
Me
Give a boy a Red Ryder and a yard full of birds
A souped-up truck and a road full of curves
A town full of bars and a run-down church
Tell me, whatcha think is gonna happen
When you mix all that with a handle of Jim Beam?
Let him loose with a song and a six-string
Long line of sinners runnin' wild in his bloodstream
Whatcha think is gonna happen?
Me
When you mix all that with a handle of Jim Beam?
Let him loose with a song and a six-string
Long line of sinners runnin' wild in his bloodstream
Whatcha think is gonna happen?
Me
Give a boy a Red Ryder and a yard full of birds
A souped-up truck and a road full of curves
A town full of bars and a run-down church
Tell me, whatcha think is gonna happen
When you mix all that with a handle of Jim Beam?
Let him loose with a song and a six-string
Long line of sinners runnin' wild in his bloodstream
Whatcha think is gonna happen?
Me
Mm, mm
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