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Michael John Montgomery Pictures

I got down on my knees. An' I like lookin' at old photographs. Reminds me of the way we've always made each other laugh. Pictures of a life we've made

When I got down on my knees. An' I like lookin' at old photographs. Reminds me of the way we've always made each other laugh. Pictures of a life we've

Before my second year of college, you were barely seventeen. I was haulin' hay for your Daddy, an' you brought me a glass of tea. To a farm boy from

Love can lift you higher, or cut you like a knife, I been there before. You've cried out your heart an' had your dreams torn apart, but not anymore. '

Well, last night me an' darlin', we went explorin', Rode off the road to a place we'd never been. I had to stop the truck, 'cause it was gettin' muddy

Bring it on to me. We're backwoods Dixie, flat woods pickin', Shotgun wavin', long-neck drinkin', Huntin' and a-fishin', workin' and a-wishin' for the

The first night we brought you home, it scared me half to death. I stood right beside your crib and counted every breath. Lookin' at your little face

Переклад: John Michael Montgomery. Це не її фото.

That's not her picture I wish it was It came with the wallet I keep it because It reminds me of her It reminds me of us But that's not her picture I