ترانه:
Drive Emerson Countrified

I was coming to the end of a long, long walk When a man crawled out of a cardboard box Under the E. Street Bridge, followed me on to it I went out halfway

a father, brother, neighbor and a friend He was a good man' Used to dream of being a rock star And seein? the world in style Used to dream of havin? a fast car And driving

Boy and girl fall in love, startin' out just enough Pocket change, lean an' green, first and last security Newlyweds, overheads, all we really had was

Barefoot walkin' on a white sand beach Fishin' on a log in a backwoods creek A baby in a month and a baby on her hip And when I kiss her on her lips,

You don't put on a lot of makeup You like to wear your hair pulled back When the kids call you come a runnin' You always put yourself last Most people

grass Aerosmith or Cotton Eyed Joe A little starlight, moonshine Down home, party time Turn it loose and let it go Kick my countrified soul Kick, kick my countrified

(Brad Mates/Danick Dupelle/Keith Follese/Adrienne Follese) I was only twelve years old The day was warm, my heart went cold Mama said, your daddy's

To get me down to the fishin' hole and back Yeah, I'm a lucky man As long as I got you by my side I'll be Ricky Rudd on highway nine Drivin' with my

(Annie Tate/Sam Tate/Dave Berg) I was coming to the end of a long long walk When a man crawled out of a cardboard box Under the E. Street Bridge Followed