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Billy Dean




Альбом Billy Dean


Let Them Be Little (2005)
2005
1.
This Is the Life
2.
Eyes
3.
4.
5.
Slow Motion
6.
7.
Good Love Gone Bad
8.
Race You to the Bottom
9.
Shelfer Street
10.
Swinging for the Fence
11.
12.
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This Is the Life

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Eyes

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Well, life on the farm is kinda laid back
Ain’t much an old country boy like me can’t hack
It’s early to rise, early in the sack
Thank God I’m a country boy.

Well, a simple kinda life never did me no harm
A raisin’ me a family and workin’ on a farm
My days are all filled with an easy country charm
Thank God I’m a country boy.

Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me a fiddle
When the sun’s comin’ up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain’t nothin’ but a funny, funny riddle
Thank God I’m a country boy

When the work’s all done and the sun’s settlin’ low
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow
The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low
Thank God I’m a country boy.

Now I’d play Sally Goodin’ all day if I could
But the lord and my wife wouldn’t take it very good
So I fiddle when I could, work when I should
Thank God I’m a country boy.

Chorus:
Well, I wouldn’t trade my life for diamonds and jewels
I never was one of them money hungry fools
I’d rather have my fiddle and my farmin’ tools
Thank God I’m a country boy.

Yeah, city folk drivin’ in a black limousine
A lotta sad people thinkin’ “That’s a-mighty keen”
Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean
Thank God I’m a country boy

Chorus:
Well, I wouldn’t trade my life for diamonds and jewels
I never was one of them money hungry fools
I’d rather have my fiddle and my farmin’ tools
Thank God I’m a country boy.

Well, my fiddle was my daddy’s till the day he died
And he took me by the hand and held me close to his side
Said, live a good life and play my fiddle with pride
And thank God you’re a country boy.

My daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle
Taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle
Taught me how to love and how to give just a little
Thank God I’m a country boy.

Chorus:
Well, I wouldn’t trade my life for diamonds and jewels
I never was one of them money hungry fools
I’d rather have my fiddle and my farmin’ tools
Thank God I’m a country boy.

Thank God I’m a country boy...

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I love you like a wildfire loves the wind,
From way down in my soul out through my skin,
You might say I feel it in my bones,
It brings me to my knees it lifts me up,
Makes me strong, and I hold on on, to.

Chorus:
Every touch, Every kiss,
And every moment just like this,
The way you dance, the way you smile,
You wear your hair just a little wild,
The way you will like you do,
It's no wonder I"m in love wih you.

A love like this is sacred ancient law,
You wonder where I stand, I stand in awe,
I've seen the other side of heavens door,
Everytime that we made love,
It shakes me to the core, and I want more, with.

Chorus:
Every touch, every kiss,
And every moment just like this,
To have the dance, to see you smile,
You let your hair hang loose and wild,
The way you do the things you do,
Girl it's no wonder I"m in love wih you,
I'm in love with you.

I love your face I love your lips,
I love the taste,
That lingers long after the kiss,
The way you do like you do,
Girl it's no wonder I"m in love wih you,
It's no wonder I"m in love, wih you...

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Slow Motion

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(Richie McDonald/Billy Dean)

I can remember when you fit in the palm of my hand
Felt so good in it, no bigger than a minute
How it amazes me, you're changing with every blink
Faster than a flower blooms they grow up all too soon.

So, let them be little 'cause they're only that way for awhile
Give them hope, give them praise, give them love every day
Let them cry, let them giggle, let them sleep in the middle
Oh, but let them be little.

I've never felt so much in one little tender touch
I live for those kisses, your prayers and your wishes
And now that you're teaching me how only a child can see
Tonight while we're on our knees all I ask is please.

Let them be little 'cause they're only that way for awhile
Give them hope, give them praise, give them love every day
Let them cry, let them giggle, let them sleep in the middle
Oh, but let them be little.

So innocent, a precious soul, you turn around and
It's time to let them go.

So, let them be little 'cause they're only that way for awhile
Give them hope, give them praise, give them love every day
Let them cry, let them giggle, let them sleep in the middle
Oh, just let them be little.

Mmm, Let them be little...

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Good Love Gone Bad

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Race You to the Bottom

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Shelfer Street

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Swinging for the Fence

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You made up your mind it was time it was over
After we had come so far.
I think there's enough pieces of forgiveness
Somewhere in my broken heart.

I would not have chose the road you have taken,
It has left us miles apart.
I think I can still find the will to keep going
Somewhere in my broken heart.

So fly. Go ahead and fly,
Till you find out who you are.
And I, I will keep my love unspoken
Somewhere in my broken heart.

I hope that in time you will find what you long for.
Love that's written in the stars.
When you finally do, I think you will see
It's somewhere in my broken heart.

Girl, I, I will keep my love unspoken
Somewhere in my broken heart.

I hope that in time you will find what you long for.
Love that's written in the stars.
When you finally do, I think you will see
It's somewhere in my broken
Somewhere in my broken
Somewhere in my broken heart.

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Strapped on my holster low across my hips,
Two Colt .45’s with black plastic grips;
And I’d head west through our neighborhood,
And they’d say,
“Here comes young Billy and he’s up to no good.”
I rode a trail through the neighbor’s backyard,
Shootin’ the Bad Guys through my handlebars.
Known for my bravery both far and near,
Bein’ late for supper was my only fear.

I miss Billy the Kid!
The times that he had!
The life that he lived!
I guess he must’ve got caught,
His innocence lost...
I wonder where he is?
I miss Billy the Kid!

These days I don’t know whose side to be on;
There’s such a thin line between Right and Wrong.
I live and learn, do the best I can,
But there’s only so much you can do as a man.

I miss Billy the Kid!
The times that he had!
The life that he lived!
I guess he must’ve got caught,
His innocence lost...
Lord, I wonder where he is?
I miss Billy the Kid!

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