Tim McGraw - Where The Green Grass Grows Lyrics
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Where The Green Grass Grows
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What Are The Lyrics For Where The Green Grass Grows By Tim McGraw?
Six lanes
Taillights Red ants marchin' into the night They disappear to the left and right again Another supper from a sack A ninety-nine cent heart attack I got a poundin' head and an achin' back And the camel's buried in a big straw stack I'm gonna live where the green grass grows Watchin' my corn pop up in rows Every night be tucked in close to you Raise our kids where the good Lord's blessed Point our rocking chairs towards the west Plant our dreams where the peaceful river flows Where the green grass grows Well I'm from a map dot A stop sign on a black top I caught the first bus I could hop from there But all this glitter is gettin' dark There's concrete growin' in the city park I don't know who my neighbors are And there's bars on the corners and bars on my heart I'm gonna live where the green grass grows Watchin' my corn pop up in rows Every night be tucked in close to you Raise our kids where the good Lord's blessed Point our rocking chairs towards the west Plant our dreams where the peaceful river flows Where the green grass grows I'm gonna live where the green grass grows Watchin' my corn pop up in rows Every night be tucked in close to you Raise our kids where the good Lord's blessed Point our rocking chairs towards the west Plant our dreams where the peaceful river flows Where the green grass grows |
Who Wrote Where The Green Grass Grows By Tim McGraw?
Craig Wiseman, Jessica Leary
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What's The Duration Of The Where The Green Grass Grows By Tim McGraw?The duration of Where The Green Grass Grows is 3:22 minutes and seconds. |
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