Lirik Lagu Small Town King - Tim McGraw
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
Every map dot has a fewGood ol' boys keeping it old schoolFight somebody at the drop of a hatHelp somebody give the shirt off his backAnd love somebody like she ought to be lovedThrows a little thanks to the man aboveFor all he's got, it ain't a lot, but it's enough
He's a mama's boy, a John Deere riderDirt on his boots, the heart of a fighterChevy square body, old Skoal ringSimple man on an old six-stringFriday night, John 3:16Back-road baptized just like meHe's holding it downHe earned that groundHe's a small-town, small-town king
He holds court in a cornfieldAnd he holds court on a bar stoolHe paints every damn shade of redBut when she smiles just rightHe plays it cool
'Cause he's a mama's boy, a John Deere riderDirt on his boots, the heart of a fighterChevy square body, old Skoal ringSimple man on an old six-stringFriday night, John 3:16Back-road baptized just like meHe's holding it downHe earned that groundHe's a small-town, small-town kingYeah!
Fight somebody at the drop of a hatHelp somebody give the shirt off his backLove somebody like she ought to be lovedThrows a little thanks to the man above
Not the first and won't be the lastAnd he knows he'll never leaveEven when he's six feet under the grassHe'll still be the small-town kingMm, the small-town kingYeah, yeah
'Cause he's a mama's boy, a John Deere riderDirt on his boots, the heart of a fighterChevy square body, old Skoal ringSimple man on an old six-stringFriday night, John 3:16Back-road baptized just like meHe's holding it downHe earned that groundHe's a small-town
'Cause he's a mama's boy, a John Deere riderDirt on his boots, the heart of a fighterChevy square body, old Skoal ringSimple man on an old six-stringFriday night, John 3:16Back-road baptized just like meHe's holding it downHe earned that groundHe's a small-town, a small-town king
Fight somebody at the drop of a hatHelp somebody give the shirt off his backLove somebody like she ought to be lovedThrows a little thanks to the man aboveFight somebody at the drop of a hatHelp somebody give the shirt off his backLove somebody like she ought to be lovedThrows a little thanks to the man above
He's a mama's boy, a John Deere riderDirt on his boots, the heart of a fighterChevy square body, old Skoal ringSimple man on an old six-stringFriday night, John 3:16Back-road baptized just like meHe's holding it downHe earned that groundHe's a small-town, small-town king
He holds court in a cornfieldAnd he holds court on a bar stoolHe paints every damn shade of redBut when she smiles just rightHe plays it cool
'Cause he's a mama's boy, a John Deere riderDirt on his boots, the heart of a fighterChevy square body, old Skoal ringSimple man on an old six-stringFriday night, John 3:16Back-road baptized just like meHe's holding it downHe earned that groundHe's a small-town, small-town kingYeah!
Fight somebody at the drop of a hatHelp somebody give the shirt off his backLove somebody like she ought to be lovedThrows a little thanks to the man above
Not the first and won't be the lastAnd he knows he'll never leaveEven when he's six feet under the grassHe'll still be the small-town kingMm, the small-town kingYeah, yeah
'Cause he's a mama's boy, a John Deere riderDirt on his boots, the heart of a fighterChevy square body, old Skoal ringSimple man on an old six-stringFriday night, John 3:16Back-road baptized just like meHe's holding it downHe earned that groundHe's a small-town
'Cause he's a mama's boy, a John Deere riderDirt on his boots, the heart of a fighterChevy square body, old Skoal ringSimple man on an old six-stringFriday night, John 3:16Back-road baptized just like meHe's holding it downHe earned that groundHe's a small-town, a small-town king
Fight somebody at the drop of a hatHelp somebody give the shirt off his backLove somebody like she ought to be lovedThrows a little thanks to the man aboveFight somebody at the drop of a hatHelp somebody give the shirt off his backLove somebody like she ought to be lovedThrows a little thanks to the man above
