If you're going out With someone new I'm going out With someone too I won't feel sorry for me I'm getting drunk But I'd much rather be Somewhere with
When I feel that chill, smell that fresh cut grass I'm back in my helmet, cleats, and shoulderpads Standin' in the huddle, listenin' to the call Fans
Quella e' l'anima Puo' anche non piacerti il mondo O forse a lui non piaci te Comunque questa e' un'altra storia Questo e' hemingway Questo e' hemingway
Tank top, love handles Tube socks, Jesus sandals Cheap blender, ice bucket Raw oysters, yeah, give me one and shuck it Holds up a frozen orange daiquiri
down, he took it straight up and neat If it was bad enough for him, you know it's bad enough for me Hemingway's whiskey Hemingway's whiskey Hemingway
Stressed out, running late, racing down the interstate Spilled hot coffee down the front of my jeans It's work, work, pay the rent, money and my time'
A Saturday downpour carved out rivers in the sand She said it was her first time to see the sea Helping her climb across those jetty rocks Was the first
Some folks livin' in the country can't wait to get in their pickup trucks and go to town There's people livin' in a penthouse dying to get out in the
Honey, you think he's got an attitude So you treat him just a little too rude Buddy, you think she's a little too cold So you act like a two year old
For me it's a beach bar Or on a boat underneath the stars Or with my band up on a stage For a while everything's okay For some it's a fast car Moonshine
Baby, here I am again Kicking dust in the Canyon wind Waiting for that sun to go down Made it up Mulholland Drive Hell bent on getting high High above
There's still marks on the pantry door of that little house Where Mama used to measure us I'm proud to say that's my home where I was raised But that
works Sometimes nothing shines Hemingway's whiskey Sail away, sail away As the day grows dim Live hard die hard this one's for him Hemingway's whiskey Hemingway
and you. Just follow the sun we will be one we'll lay in the sand and our love will be true just follow me follow me to Hemingway Hemingway Hemingway hideaway. Hemingway
quella e' l'anima Puo' anche non piacerti il mondo o forse a lui non piaci te comunque questa e' un'altra storia questo e' Hemingway questo e' Hemingway
?ont pas le charme Du vieux fusil d?Hemingway Et ?Pour qui sonne le glas? Dans ce monde ?anyway? Chacun de nous finira Comme le vieil Hemingway Du Grand
La luna e un buco a mezza strada nel cielo Sotto la luce si riconosce il sentiero L?odore della notte e inchiostro sulla tela I cani non abbaiano e stanno
guardi questa vita come fosse sempre festa. Hemingway che ha scritto il tempo suo, oggi e meglio che ti leggi il libro mio. Nella vita hai letto solo libri di Hemingway
