17 lyrics for "She rolled in"
Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a
PlayGotta get me some. And it turns out she's got everything I want, but all rolled into one. She smokes a little home grown, drinks a little Cuervo. Still a little down home, there was never a doubt. You know, she's got everything I want, but all rolled
PlayNow we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a
PlayAnd they made their house from a tool shed Grandaddy rolled down on two logs And they built walls all around it And they made that house a home They taught us 'bout good living They taught is right and wrong Lord there'll never be another place In this
PlayOcean views, small circle it’s the chosen few I wrote it down and I followed through I bought a pound and we rolled a few I talk shit but she know its true Blessings, bitches in my section Young with all this money, I’m obsessive, weapons Turnin’ off
PlayThere I was, yeah I just sat down in the seat you left You walked up I said "what are you doing with your beautiful self?" You rolled your eyes but you laughed and your song came on I begged you for a dance and we danced And it was on, eyes locked, clock
PlayNow we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a
PlayHe used to hold her hand, he used to hold her door But she don't know what that feels like anymore Just last night he was sleeping and she kissed his face He said I gotta work in the morning and he rolled away He used to love her like crazy, you couldn't
PlayNow we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a
PlayBy the rivers of my mem'ry It's knowing that your door is always open And your path is free to walk That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag Rolled up and stashed behind your couch And it's knowing I'm not shackled By forgotten words and bonds And the
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