Jon Pardi – Drinkin’ And Dancin Lyrics
Drinkin’ And Dancin Lyrics by Jon Pardi Man, we were sittin’ around tryin’ to write a song We really couldn’t come up with anything, and I needed a new summer
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Jon Pardi, born in 1985, is an American country singer, songwriter, and guitarist. The musician records for Capitol Records Nashville and Capitol Records. Pardi’s work stays rooted in country music.
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Jon Pardi – Drinkin’ And Dancin Lyrics
Jon Pardi – How Did You Know Lyrics
Jon Pardi – Friday Night Heartbreaker Lyrics
Jon Pardi – She Gets To Drinking Lyrics
Jon Pardi – Gamblin’ Man Lyrics
Jon Pardi – Hey California Lyrics
Jon Pardi – Rush Lyrics
Jon Pardi – He Went To Work Lyrics
Jon Pardi – Last Call Thing Lyrics
Jon Pardi – Nice Place To Visit Lyrics
Jon Pardi – Hard Knocks Lyrics
Jon Pardi – Don’t You Wanna Know Lyrics
Jon Pardi – Bar Room Blue Lyrics
Jon Pardi – Who I Don’t Wanna Be Lyrics
Jon Pardi – Kinda Wanna Keep It That Way Lyrics
Jon Pardi – Boots Off Lyrics
Jon Pardi – She Drives Away Lyrics
Jon Pardi – Love The Lights Out Lyrics
Jon Pardi – Honkytonk Hollywood Lyrics
Jon Pardi – Cowboys and Plowboys Lyrics
Drinkin’ And Dancin Lyrics by Jon Pardi Man, we were sittin’ around tryin’ to write a song We really couldn’t come up with anything, and I needed a new summer
How Did You Know Lyrics by Jon Pardi Walked up and asked you your name, you said, “Trouble” “What’s a pretty girl like you drank?” You said, “Doubles” And when
Friday Night Heartbreaker Lyrics by Jon Pardi Mmm don’t even think about it Been there done that Already know it’ll leave you in a world of hurt Mmm lookin’ for
She Gets To Drinking Lyrics by Jon Pardi I want to get on her level Want to play that song The one that makes her smile Get her mind all
Gamblin’ Man Lyrics by Jon Pardi Just lost four hundred on red at Tunica Said that was my limit, then I lost four hundred more Slipped outside, lit up a
Hey California Lyrics by Jon Pardi She had to go and chase her dreams It turns out it wasn’t me She took off to that sunset Ain’t heard a word
Rush Lyrics by Jon Pardi I’ll never forget the first time that I laid my eyes on you It was a California blue sky, backdrop, blond hair Knocked me right
He Went To Work Lyrics by Jon Pardi He didn’t go to college on a full ride Baseball scholarship Didn’t head to L.A. or Broadway Trying to make it big
Last Call Thing Lyrics by Jon Pardi I bet you’re shaking something On a late-night dance floor Sipping something you didn’t buy Or are you getting tipsy Staring at that
Nice Place To Visit Lyrics by Jon Pardi I’m good for a laugh Fast on the short track But I’m not anything you want I stay to myself till nights
Hard Knocks Lyrics by Jon Pardi Times are tough and getting tougher The water’s high and getting rougher A lot of talk of going under That’s one thought, but I
Don’t You Wanna Know Lyrics by Jon Pardi So, this is what it’s like on the other side of the goodbye Just tryna be cool with the cold and lonely
Bar Room Blue Lyrics by Jon Pardi Same old bar stools Same old drunk fools Leaning on whiskey and beer Same old jukebox Playing nonstop I know how I wound
Who I Don’t Wanna Be Lyrics by Jon Pardi Those neon lights on Broadway don’t shine as bright as you think Hell done played the jukebox, I drank the whiskey
Kinda Wanna Keep It That Way Lyrics by Jon Pardi I color a blue to paint it black I hop that train to jump that track I rock it hard
Boots Off Lyrics by Jon Pardi She’s got a Friday-night fever, and she’s ready to roll I got a pocket full of cash and ready to blow One shot, two
She Drives Away Lyrics – Jon Pardi You knocked on the door Her daddy opened it up Said she’ll be down in ten Let’s sit and have us a talk
Love The Lights Out Lyrics – Jon Pardi Haven’t seen that look in a minute or two Bringing back that wild in those baby blues Maybe it’s my whiskey, maybe
Honkytonk Hollywood Lyrics – Jon Pardi She’s a little sunset, she’s a little neon A little high heel bar stool red wine in her hand She’s a little all night,
Cowboys and Plowboys Lyrics by Jon Pardi I wear a 20X American hat A gold buckle from a rodeo I wear a dusty old co-op cap Make my livin’ on