Baixar Mais Tocadas: letras de George Strait

It started way back in third grade. / I used to sit beside emmylou hayes / A pink dress, a matching bow, and her pony tail. / She kissed me on the school bus, but told me not to tell.

When you hear twin fiddles and a steel guitar / You’re listenin’ to the sound of the American heart / And opry music on a Saturday night / Brings a smile to your face and a tear to your eye