Jamey Johnson - That Lonesome Song Lyrics
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That Lonesome Song
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What Are The Lyrics For That Lonesome Song By Jamey Johnson?
This morning the sun made its way
Through the wind shield of my Chevrolet Whiskey eyes and ashtray breath On a chert rock gravel road What the hell did I do last night That's the story of my life Like tryin' to remember words To a song nobody wrote And it's sad and its long And can't nobody sing along Its a southbound train Its a whistle in the wind Ain't nobody there to care where I been I'm humming on that lonesome song again I took a trip across the country, to Montgomery Discovered I'd been wrong for so long I thought it was a the fame and the glory and the money But all I got to show is a damn song And it's sad and its long And can't nobody sing along Its a southbound train Its a whistle in the wind Ain't nobody there to care where I been I'm humming on that lonesome song again And it's sad and its long And can't nobody sing along Its a southbound train Its a whistle in the wind Ain't nobody there to care where I been I'm humming on that lonesome song again That morning the sun made its way Through the wind shield of my Chevrolet Whiskey eyes and ashtray breath On a chert rock gravel road |
Who Wrote That Lonesome Song By Jamey Johnson?
Jamey Johnson, Kendell Marvel, Wayd Battle
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What's The Duration Of The That Lonesome Song By Jamey Johnson?The duration of That Lonesome Song is 4:01 minutes and seconds. |
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