100 lyrics for "Count it up"
Chase that sun 'til it runs out of sky And if your memory's still too strong Honey, honey Honey you still prey on my mind So I jump up find me a mountain Shake off the sheep I been countin' I'll keep movin' on and get longer gone I tried thumbin', a
PlayYou got the love (Who's got the love) But you've got the love I need to see me through And they all say Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air I know I can count on all of you Sometimes I feel like saying “Lord, I just don't care” You got
Play'Cause I ain't never seen a country boy with tires on his truck this high I said climb on up but honey watch the cup That I'm spitting my dip inside and hold on tight 'Cause it's gonna be wilder than any eight second ride Well I said hey girl what's your
Play'Cause I ain't never seen a country boy with tires on his truck this high I said climb on up but honey watch the cup That I'm spitting my dip inside and hold on tight 'Cause it's gonna be wilder than any eight second ride Well I said hey girl what's your
PlayMisery's best friend can't be a dead-end A bag full of regrets, and I'm coming clean Some feel it, especially the rejects A bad habit; don't forget it: you better Count your last blessings and fill up the wagon Chases its feet And now I'm running out of
PlayYankee Doodle, keep it up Yankee Doodle dandy Mind the music and the step And with the girls be handy Yankee Doodle went to town A-riding on a pony Stuck a feather in his hat And called it macaroni Father and I went down to camp
PlayIt got blood on the money and I still count it They got blood on the money and I still count it I can't help the way I'm raised up That Easter Pink, I tried to give it up, I can't give it up We've been at the laundromat all day We've been washin' money
PlayAnd so I can't keep this up I have had enough 'cause you can count me out Well I'm up and I don't know why But I guess that's all that counts Looking 'round as I'm holding my head And I'm in somebody's house The sun it hits like a punch in the face With
PlayPretty girls drinkin' tall boys Watchin' pretty girls drinkin' tall boys Swingin' their hips to a country song Silver cans up in the air Ain't nothin' like gettin' right Chasing a buzz with a cold Bud Light 'Bout pretty girls drinkin' There ain't much to
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