My baby's everything I love Can't get my fill, I can't get enough My baby's like a honky tonk Open all night, make you feel right Gets me going, got me buzzing like a neon light Knock you out like a punch in a barroom fight My baby's like a smooth shot

Tes paupières d'or s'ouvriront sur le soleil et sur sa chanson Voilà plus d'une heure que je te tiens dans les bras Voilà quelques jours que je suis tout à toi Il est très tard et tu dors pas Je t'ai fait une berceuse, la voilà Demain le jour sera là et

Won't keep us apart. I'm buildin' bridges straight to your heart, An' all of this distance won't keep us apart, How long can this keep goin' on? Since you've gone, my heart said something's wrong. I'm still blue over losin' you. What else am I gonna do?

My darling, I have wronged you Down the devil's path I have roamed Regret, sadness and sorrow Now in my soul have found a home My Sweet Caroline From your loving arms I've strayed In your heart may you find Forgiveness I pray

Out in the country, back roads and one horse towns. We saw fiddles play our guitars loud. We talk the talk and walk the walk To the honky tonk stomp. Man, standin' on a band stand, band standin' Bendin' and bangin' them strings. Eye candy shakin' on a

And the sound of distant thunder. 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,

I believe (I believe) I raise my hands, bow my head I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red They tell me that there's more to life than just what I can see Old man Wrigley lived in that white house Down the street where I grew up

And the sound of distant thunder. 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,

I believe (I believe) I raise my hands, bow my head I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red They tell me that there's more to life than just what I can see Old man Wrigley lived in that white house Down the street where I grew up

And the sound of distant thunder. 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,