Paroles de la chanson Cuttin' Teeth par Tyler Childers
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Paroles de la chanson Cuttin' Teeth par Tyler Childers
He was spinnin' wheels, makin' deals
Wildeyed in his twenties
With nothin' in the way of work
He was ever fit to do
It was for the birds; he worked with words
The thing is, words work funny
You weld 'em right, you know they're liable
To affect the way you move
Frontin' him, a country band
A buncha rockin' barkin' deadbeats man
He played a gig with one night
When he was cuttin' teeth
Hustle high, hustle low
Hearken out that band window
Wildeyed in his twenties
With nothin' in the way of work
He was ever fit to do
It was for the birds; he worked with words
The thing is, words work funny
You weld 'em right, you know they're liable
To affect the way you move
Frontin' him, a country band
A buncha rockin' barkin' deadbeats man
He played a gig with one night
When he was cuttin' teeth
Hustle high, hustle low
Hearken out that band window
The price of gas is gettin' low
In the pocket of the seat
Of his pants, he has had
Tightenin' 'round his body
Livin' off tavern's fare
Drownin' in the grease
Frontin' him, a country band
Roaddoggin' in a stripped-out van
Bummin' powder in the barlight
When they were cuttin' teeth
You can yell, you can croon
You can reach the fire code of any room
With a catchy song or two
If they're sung in key
There's room for error if the band is there
In a way, it's 'bout like baseball
In the pocket of the seat
Of his pants, he has had
Tightenin' 'round his body
Livin' off tavern's fare
Drownin' in the grease
Frontin' him, a country band
Roaddoggin' in a stripped-out van
Bummin' powder in the barlight
When they were cuttin' teeth
You can yell, you can croon
You can reach the fire code of any room
With a catchy song or two
If they're sung in key
There's room for error if the band is there
In a way, it's 'bout like baseball
He swings a bat left-handed
He's good a walk at least
Frontin' him, a country band
A buncha West Virginia deadbeats, man
He split the door with one night
When he was cuttin' teeth
I played a gig with one night
When he was cuttin' teeth
He's good a walk at least
Frontin' him, a country band
A buncha West Virginia deadbeats, man
He split the door with one night
When he was cuttin' teeth
I played a gig with one night
When he was cuttin' teeth
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