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Testo Lookin' Back On Luckenbach
Testo Lookin' Back On Luckenbach
Lookin' back on Luckenbach
Where I learned to walk the walk
I get choked up and I can't talk
Lookin' back on Luckenbach
I'm a little scared to send a postcard
I don't know what they think of me
'Cause some folks, they stay where they come from But some folks gotta leave
When I look back on the good old simple times
I pour a glass of whiskey and let the music flood my mind
Lookin' back on Luckenbach
Where I learned to walk the walk
Where I learned to play guitar
Man I really loved that bar
I left and had to pay the price
Of what it costs to leave paradise
I get choked up and I can't talk
Lookin' back on Luckenbach
My hands are full My guitar in a suitcase
My mind is filled with memories and dreams
I don't need one more than the other
I need them both like I need air to breathe
When I look back on the good old simple times
I pour a glass of whiskey and let the music flood my mind
Lookin' back on Luckenbach
Where I learned to walk the walk
Where I learned to play guitar
Man I really loved that bar
I left and had to pay the price
Of what it costs to leave paradise
I get choked up and I can't talk
Lookin' back on Luckenbach
I get choked up and I can't talk
Lookin' back on Luckenbach
Where I learned to walk the walk
I get choked up and I can't talk
Lookin' back on Luckenbach
I'm a little scared to send a postcard
I don't know what they think of me
'Cause some folks, they stay where they come from But some folks gotta leave
When I look back on the good old simple times
I pour a glass of whiskey and let the music flood my mind
Lookin' back on Luckenbach
Where I learned to walk the walk
Where I learned to play guitar
Man I really loved that bar
I left and had to pay the price
Of what it costs to leave paradise
I get choked up and I can't talk
Lookin' back on Luckenbach
My hands are full My guitar in a suitcase
My mind is filled with memories and dreams
I don't need one more than the other
I need them both like I need air to breathe
When I look back on the good old simple times
I pour a glass of whiskey and let the music flood my mind
Lookin' back on Luckenbach
Where I learned to walk the walk
Where I learned to play guitar
Man I really loved that bar
I left and had to pay the price
Of what it costs to leave paradise
I get choked up and I can't talk
Lookin' back on Luckenbach
I get choked up and I can't talk
Lookin' back on Luckenbach
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