Kenny Chesney Lyrics

Silver Sands Marina Lyrics by Kenny Chesney Silver Sands Marina, bicycles were leaned up Autumn on the trees, skinny margarita Hanging in your hand, something strong in mine You were

Carry On Lyrics by Kenny Chesney She was 69, still smokin’ Serving hurricanes since the Schooner’s Wharf opened When she poured me one, I asked the secret She said, “Don’t

Thinkin’ Bout Lyrics by Kenny Chesney This bed I’m makin’ and layin’ in is gettin’ cold I let you in it, we heat it up then you leave it cold

Take Her Home Lyrics by ​Kenny Chesney Downtown looks like it’s new year’s eve Find some bar you can halfway breathe Touch to some old deep cut cheap drink Got

Da Ruba Girl Lyrics – Kenny Chesney You needed her, she needed you To hold, to help fill a space Last in line, last cage at the rescue Was a

Beer With My Friends Lyrics – Kenny Chesney & Old Dominion Right now I really need a beer with my friends Pop a top or two and talk about way

Everyone She Knows By Kenny Chesney Everyone she knows is getting married All the girls who used to get around Cut their hair up to their shoulders Spend all their

Wasted By Kenny Chesney I said, “Man, what are you doing here?” I saw the band just bought you a beer I used to see your face all over TV

Heartbreakers By Kenny Chesney I always say the first thing, not the right thing I’m better at a last call than a phone call I’d rather lean hard on the

Someone To Fix By Kenny Chesney I always say the first thing, not the right thing I’m better at a last call than a phone call I’d rather lean hard

Happy Does By Kenny Chesney Ol’ Sunaco Charlie drives an ’87 Harley Sells gasoline and what you drink 8 to 3 AM Got a tattoo for the Corps and ex

Tip Of My Tongue By Kenny Chesney I love the dimples in the small of your back The way they’re speaking to me just like that Red wine made my

You Don’t Get To By Kenny Chesney I can’t say that you don’t hurt me anymore I haven’t changed enough to make me think I’m what you’re looking for And

Beautiful World By Kenny Chesney In my favorite pair of salt water sun bleached jeans I gotta cold one coming and some songs to sing My guitar’s got brand new

We’re All Here by Kenny Chesney There’s a drift wood sign at the end of the bar With an “X” on a map that says “here’s where you are” With

Trying to Reason With Hurricane Season by Kenny Chesney Squalls out on the gulf stream Big storms coming soon I passed out in my hammock God, I slept a way