Текст песни Good Ol' Days — Miranda Lambert

Oh southern breeze
Knock me to my knees
I believe you’re the only one who can
The religious and the rest
They’ve all tried their best
Well I guess somethings you just don’t understand
Oh Lord when will the road run out
I’m on the roll but I’m in doubt
And I don’t know why
But still I second guess my place
What I stand to lose for winning
To find the truth I’m willing
Start back at the beginning of the good ol' days
The good ol' days
Oh southern pine
Reaching for a sky
I’m convinced that I can fly beneath your shade
And it’s all overdue
Spendin' time just me and you
Mmm, the pulpit and pew where I was saved
Oh Lord when will the road run out
I’m on a roll but I’m in doubt
And I don’t know why
But still I second guess my place
What I stand to lose for winning
To find the truth I’m willing
Start back at the beginning of the good ol' days
The good ol' days
Yeah
Oh Lord when will the road run out
I’m on a roll but I’m in doubt
And I don’t know why
But still I second guess my place
What I stand to lose for winning
To find the truth I’m willing
Start back at the beginning of the good ol' days
The good ol' days
Oh southern breeze
Knock me to my knees
I believe you’re the only one who can