Paroles de la chanson Pushin' Up Daises par Luke Combs
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Paroles de la chanson Pushin' Up Daises par Luke Combs
This ain't the first this ditch has had my boots in it
The first was crawling out of my Ford, over the limit
Should've been in the paper
Should've hung a reef, right there on a white cross
Made out of red oak tree
And that trooper said
“I don't know how you walked away”
“Boy you're lucky”
“This sure could have gone another way”
All the life I would've missed out on
Kids screaming daddies back home
Growing old with their mom
The first was crawling out of my Ford, over the limit
Should've been in the paper
Should've hung a reef, right there on a white cross
Made out of red oak tree
And that trooper said
“I don't know how you walked away”
“Boy you're lucky”
“This sure could have gone another way”
All the life I would've missed out on
Kids screaming daddies back home
Growing old with their mom
I don't miss my wild and crazy
Out here picking white flowers for my baby
Instead of pushin' up daises
Made a promise to God way back when
I'd never wind up in this hill
Or sink a ditch again
I sure hate to break it, but here's the thing
Seems like it might be his fault
These grow every spring
All the life I would've missed out on
Kids screaming daddies back home
Growing old with their mom
I don't miss my wild and crazy
Out here picking white flowers for my baby
Instead of pushin' up daises
Out here picking white flowers for my baby
Instead of pushin' up daises
Made a promise to God way back when
I'd never wind up in this hill
Or sink a ditch again
I sure hate to break it, but here's the thing
Seems like it might be his fault
These grow every spring
All the life I would've missed out on
Kids screaming daddies back home
Growing old with their mom
I don't miss my wild and crazy
Out here picking white flowers for my baby
Instead of pushin' up daises
All the life I would've missed out on
Kids screaming daddies back home
Growing old with their mom
I don't miss my wild and crazy
Out here picking white flowers for my baby
Instead of pushin' up daises
Instead of pushin' up daises
Instead of pushin' up daises
Kids screaming daddies back home
Growing old with their mom
I don't miss my wild and crazy
Out here picking white flowers for my baby
Instead of pushin' up daises
Instead of pushin' up daises
Instead of pushin' up daises
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