Текст песни Vince Gill - A Little Left Over
Vince Gill - A Little Left Over слова песни
I work my fingers to the boneBut you wont hear me cry and moanA workin man dont need no welfare lineWell Ill never be a millionaireAnd frankly I dont even carecause all I need to have a real good timeIs a little left overOn saturday nightIf my bills are paid my plans are madeAnd everythings alrightPut on my ropers and them wranglers fittin tightGot a little left overAnd its saturday nightI dont drink but I love to danceWith those sweet young things in their cowboy hatsThese country girls will be the death of meIf thats the way I gotta goLord I hope I die real slowtill I do Ill tell you all I needChorus