Cold Hart - Big city blues Lyrics
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Big city blues
Big city blues Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Big city blues By Cold Hart?
Charlie Shuffler on the beat
I just wanna see you smile I just wanna make you mine We can spend time, smoke away the time We can go anywhere you ever wanted Anything you ever dreamed I can make your dreams come true (come true) I'll be on my own, no crew (crew) Out here makin' these moves (yeah) Singin' these big city blues (city, yeah) I don't wanna think about you (nah, nah) Every time I think about you (you) I swear I fall in love again (damn) I remember everything you said Promise me it's real (yeah) Girl, I got a deal (got a deal) You could be my girl if I could be your world Promise me it's real (yeah) Girl, I got a deal (aye) You could be my girl if I could be your world Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Coldhart, Coldhart And we can leave this club And we can get fucked up In the back of the Chevy Girl, I felt your heart beatin' heavy for me (woah) And I just wanna see you shine (shine) Girl, you got stars for eyes (you do) And she sweet like Texas tea With a ass from Tennessee And we can take the long way home 'Cause I don't wanna see you go Sittin' drinkin' whiskey, hopin' that you'll miss me Baby, say you do (please say you do) Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Maybe say you do Charlie Shuffler on the beat |
Who Wrote Big city blues By Cold Hart?
Gustav Ahr, Charlie Shuffler, Jerick Quilisadio, Kholmogortsev Mark
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What's The Duration Of The Big city blues By Cold Hart?The duration of Big city blues is 2:35 minutes and seconds. |
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