Tekster:
Tina Turner Tina Turner Turns The Country On

less by talking more, she can't make good what was bad before. No, It's too late now for me to lie and I can't make a second try. I just came on back

an Egyptian ring, it sparkles before He speaks He's a hypnotist collector, you are a walking antique Bow down to her on Sunday, salute her when her birthday comes Bow down to her on

's the fastest in the southern land To keep movin' me on keep rollin' on You're gonna ease my mind put me there on time And keep rollin' on Break (guitar

man expresses life In heaven there's a choir of angels singing We often heard about God's angel band Music will live on when men on earth are gone There

of life is this for my baby Its bad enough I gotta suffer it myself Take our love takes us from this bayou country Let the bayou bog starve by itself

Take the ribbon from your hair Shake it loose and let it fall Layin' soft against your skin Like the shadow on the wall Come and lay down by my side

that open wide to hold me closer The hands that run their fingers through my hair The smile that says hello it's good to see you Any time I turn around

Love will abide, take things in stride Sounds like good advice but there's no one at my side And time washes clean love's wounds unseen That's what someone

more 'Cause tonight I'll be staying here with you. I should have left this town this morning But it was more than I could do Oh, your love comes on so