Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Land Of A Million Songs, artist - Luke Bryan. Album song What Makes You Country, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 05.10.2017
Record label: A Capitol Records Nashville Release;
Song language: English
Land Of A Million Songs |
You don’t know why, you can’t make it stop |
You were hooked with your daddy’s hand-me-down flat top |
The first time that you made your first love cry |
And the words you wrote were running from her eyes |
Down on the paper, made you feel so alive |
So you packed up your pickup and crossed that Tennessee line |
You’re always searching for a little something different to say |
And the Bible from a woman who’s standing on the stage |
You get told you’re fitting in, you get told you don’t belong |
You drink too much in a smokey little bar downtown |
Stumble home when it’s time to throw in the towel |
Wake up in the morning, look out, and the sunlight hurts |
Find your old guitar, write down another verse |
In the land of a million songs |
Everybody’s got a story that needs to be sold |
And they pray someday they’ll hang a little gold |
And ride back to their hometown with their head held high |
On any given day, there’s a dream, there’s a chance |
That lightning will strike at the end of a pen |
And all the leaving, and losing, will all be worth the fight |
So you’re always searching for a little something different to say |
And the Bible from a woman who’s standing on the stage |
You get told you’re fitting in, you get told you don’t belong |
You take that loan dot job just to pay the rent |
You learn a few things from them hard-working men |
You listen to 'em laugh and you listen to 'em curse |
You find your old guitar and write down another verse |
In the land of a million songs |
Some will come and some will go |
If you don’t lay it all out there, you’ll never know |
You’re always searching for a little something different to say |
And the Bible from a woman who’s standing on the stage |
You get told you’re fitting in, you get told, boy, you don’t belong |
You drink too much in a smokey little bar downtown |
Stumble home when it’s time to throw in the towel |
Wake up in the morning, look out, and the sunlight hurts |
You find that old guitar and write down another verse |
In the land of a million songs |
In the land of a million songs |