39 lyrics for "If I were a boy"
That's were I'm from Cowboy town Dirt, Mud, and Dust Bibles and Beer Outlaws, Barb Wire, Saddles, and Steers Its a simple life, Oh its sacred ground. Hard times, High winds can't bring us down In cowboy town, yeah cowboy town We wear our boots to dinner
PlayI'd get on my knees Confess my love, I'd know where to be My sanctuary, you're holy to me If you were church, I'd get on my knees You were doomed but just enough I'd get on my knees, yeah If you were church, yeah, I'd get on my knees And take the pain
PlayUh, uh, uh, uh-oh Let's be alone together But do you got room for one more troubled soul And I said, I'll check in tomorrow if I don't wake up dead This is the road to ruin and we're starting at the end We could stay young forever Scream it from the top
PlayIt's a mistake, it's a mistake Jump down the shelters to get away The boys are cockin' up their guns Tell us general, is it party time? If it is can we all come Don't think that we don't know Don't think that we're not trying Don't think we move too slow
PlayIt don't matter if you're black or white But, if you're thinkin' about my baby Yea, yea, yea now I took my baby on a Saturday bang Boy is that girl with you Yes we're one and the same Now I believe in miracles And a miracle has happened tonight
PlayI've never been so torn up in all of my life, I should of seen this coming. I've never felt so hopeless, Than I do tonight. A boy of anguish now, he's a man of soul, Traded in his misery for the lonely life of the road. The years were cruel to him no He
PlayTil I remember lending softer ears to my lungs And maybe if I hold you now, would you hold me now? Sometimes it ends too soon We're getting older too Night falls We're covered over now We're getting older And I don't want to sleep
PlayWhen you were young He doesn't look a thing like Jesus You sit there in your heartache Waiting on some beautiful boy to You play forgiveness Watch it now, here he comes But he talks like a gentlemen Like you imagined when you were young To save your from
PlayWhoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning, whoa-oh We take sour sips from life's lush lips And we shake, shake, shake the hips in relationships Stomp out this
PlayWhen these open doors were open-ended Two more weeks And I read about the afterlife I'm good to go My foot is in the door, yeah I can't sleep In the wake of Saturday (Saturday)
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