All Blane Howard Lyrics (en) Total 3
Blane Howard - Same Dirt{Verse 1} Traffic jam, twelve cars deep, middle of July That combine's floor going 23 but his corn's about knee high Come this fall, he'll make alcohol But
Blane Howard - Run It BackVerse 1: They’re piling into Arrowhead Rockin’ all that gold and red The banner’s hung, the boys all got their rings The last one took us fifty years But we’re loaded
Blane Howard - CrazyShe had a wild child reputation Damn near burn the town down night of graduation That black and white front page, my fate, but the memory remains They say she's headed for
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