#
Название
Альбом
Текст песни
Every Sunday I see people filing in through those front doors
Got a cross up on that steeple, yeah it's time to praise the Lord
Some watch it on their TV, sitting on the couch
Me, I get in my old Bronco and point those headlights out
Oh, ain't got too many miles to go, to save my soul
Чтобы увидеть полный текст,
Волна по треку
Похожие по звучанию треки из нашей коллекции
