"All Summer Long"

It was 1989, my thoughts were short my hair was long
Caught somewhere between a boy and man
She was seventeen and she was far from in-between
It was summertime in Northern Michigan

Splashing through the sand bar
Talking by the campfire
It's the simple things in life, like when and where
We didn't have no internet
But man I never will forget
The way the moonlight shined upon her hair

And we were trying different things
We were smoking funny things
Making love out by the lake to our favorite song
Sipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking 'bout tomorrow
Singing Sweet home Alabama all summer long
Singing Sweet home Alabama all summer long

Catching Walleye from the dock
Watching the waves roll off the rocks
She'll forever hold a spot inside my soul
We'd blister in the sun
We couldn't wait for night to come
To hit that sand and play some rock and roll

While we were trying different things
And we were smoking funny things
Making love out by the lake to our favorite song
Sipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking 'bout tomorrow
Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long
Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long

Now nothing seems as strange as when the leaves began to change
Or how we thought those days would never end
Sometimes I'll hear that song and I'll start to sing along
And think man I'd love to see that girl again

And we were trying different things
We were smoking funny things
Making love out by the lake to our favorite song
Sipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking 'bout tomorrow
Singing Sweet home Alabama all summer long
Singing Sweet home Alabama all summer long

/Kid Rock

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Postat av: Petra

"Rockstar"



I'm through with standin' in line

To clubs I'll never get in

It's like the bottom of the ninth

And I'm never gonna win

This life hasn't turned out

Quite the way I want it to be

(Tell me what you want)



I want a brand new house

On an episode of Cribs

And a bathroom I can play baseball in

And a king size tub big enough

For ten plus me

(Yeah, so what you need)



I'll need a.. a credit card that's got no limit

And a big black jet with a bedroom in it

Gonna join the mile high club

At thirty-seven thousand feet

--(Been there done that)--



I want a new tour bus full of old guitars

My own star on Hollywood Boulevard

Somewhere between Cher and

James Dean is fine for me

(So how you gonna do it?)



I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame

I'd even cut my hair and change my name



[CHORUS]

'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars

And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars

The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap

We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat

And we'll hang out in the coolest bars

In the VIP with the movie stars

Every good gold digger's

Gonna wind up there

Every Playboy bunny

With her bleach blonde hair

And well...



Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar

Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar



I wanna be great like Elvis without the tassels

Hire eight body guards that love to beat up assholes

Sign a couple autographs

So I can eat my meals for free

(I'll have the quesadilla, ha ha)



I'm gonna dress my ass

With the latest fashion

Get a front door key to the Playboy mansion

Gonna date a centerfold that loves to

Blow my money for me

So how you gonna do it?)



I'm gonna trade this life

For fortune and fame

I'd even cut my hair

And change my name



'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars and

Live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars

The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap

We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat

And we'll hang out in the coolest bars

In the VIP with the movie stars

Every good gold digger's

Gonna wind up there

Every Playboy bunny

With her bleach blonde hair

And we'll hide out in the private rooms

With the latest dictionary of

Today's who's who

They'll get you anything

with that evil smile

Everybody's got a

Drug dealer on speed dial, well

Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar



I'm gonna sing those songs

That offend the censors

Gonna pop my pills

From a Pez dispenser



Get washed-up singers writing all my songs

Lip synch 'em every night so I don't get 'em wrong



Well we all just wanna be big rockstars

And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars

The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap

We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat

And we'll hang out in the coolest bars

In the VIP with the movie stars

Every good gold digger's

Gonna wind up there

Every Playboy bunny

With her bleach blond hair

And we'll hide out in the private rooms

With the latest dictionary and

Today's who's who

They'll get you anything

with that evil smile

Everybody's got a

Drug dealer on speed dial,well



Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar

Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar

2008-08-30 @ 06:38:20
Postat av: Petra

Vart är du???

Internet ner igen??



Miss you!

Kram

2008-09-11 @ 11:24:54
Postat av: fredrik

saknar dig gumman

2008-09-14 @ 06:03:57

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