I guess that's why Bobby had his lights off, Tear-assing threw the back part of town and those deserted country roads where me and Bobby tear-assed so many times before. I got my shades on, top back, Rollin' with the music jacked, One on the wheel, one around you baby. Ten Miles Down the Nine Mile Road. Plastic flowers on the highway. No, I don't care what time it is, I just gotta get a little moonlight kiss. Scott Miller Concert Setlists. "Aw Naw" — Chris Young. If whoever invented it, did not invent it - it would only be a matter of time before somebody else did stumble across it as an invention - it was meant to be invented. I smile everytime i think of it. Rockthedash from UsaSome commenters are taking the lyrics too seriously. And "for granted" is a mighty big word for a country girl like you. Just because I don't like 'em. Summers in Kentucky.
John Entwhistle was a "proper musician" who also played French Horn. Listen for me pulling into your drive. I mean, come on - We Wont Get Fooled Again? Song from 8 mile. Our hero has now become the big Rock Star that he always fantasized about being, but it's somehow nothing like he thought it would be... Is anything ever? When he met St. Peter at the pearly gates, I'd like to think that a black man stood in the way.
Me and old Jack Daniel's, become the best of friends. She was sippin' on Southern and singin' Marshall Tucker. Yeah, these are the days of gold. On the telephone, on the telephone. I don't know what it is about you, baby, But I'm all messed up and it might sound crazy, But you make me wanna write a song.
Because it's stuck in neutral and my engine's got no speed. Whiskey is hard to beat. I'm about to get my pissed off on. Every truck, beer, and 'girl' reference on the current country chart. Scott Miller (production music composer). Cheating wife/girlfriend "will lose that smile" when she realizes he could remote view her. He wrote this one about the guy upstairs who used to call the cops every time he played his guitar (even acoustic guitar in the middle of the afternoon) yet never seemed to mind any other kind of noise.
He said there's a little gas going but i'd have to wait. When I was sixteen I had a little trouble with the law. Still People Are Moving. Unfortunately, fame is a fleeting thing. Lyrics: Scott Miller and the Commonwealth – 8 Miles a Gallon. I'm through with addiction and heartache - now I say so long. This vids prove he is one of the greatest: That's how it is folks. Can't die now got a show to do. And i'll be paying off the bank for 45 years or more. Baby, you rock, hit the spot like a Fireball shot. 7 and 1/4 tons of pure mule power. Interesting tidbit though.
A stain on the good name. 300 a year will take its due. So I invent a big engine. Just cuttin' up and shootin' Bacardi.
I got a cooler in the truck bed. It don't make you do a thing it just lets you. Our hero moved to the city, then a couple of more cities. Blood stains on their good names and all of us take the blame. Check out some of his solo efforts without the Who. Four little black girls killed for no goddamn good reason. Some gal's old man with a gun. Wake me up when we get there.
Down here, you're running from a broken heart. Something new to cut around. George Wallace stared them Yankee's down. I'll be right back by your side. I got me a woman who does just a little wrong - just enough.