Vince Gill

End Of The Night Lyrics by Vince Gill It’s the end of the night And you’re all alone No one to tell your secrets to Fading neon lights, everybody’s gone

Liza Jane Lyrics by Vince Gill You’ve got my number You’ve got my name So why don’t you call me Little Liza Jane You’ve got that body You’ve got that

Whole Lotta Cowboy Left In Me Lyrics by Vince Gill This old cowboy’s used to running hard and taking chances Riding like the outlaw Jesse James I feel at home

Love Died Lyrics by Vince Gill Don’t wanna spend the whole night drinking Don’t wanna hang my head and cry What the hell were you thinking? What made you hang

Come Back Lyrics by Vince Gill I remember those words that you said to me “I love you, baby, but you’re dead to me” Then I heard you slamming our

Pink Cadillac Lyrics by Vince Gill Baby, come jump in my pink Cadillac I’ll take you ’round the world and I’ll bring you back Give me your number, tell me

Never Saw It Coming Lyrics by Vince Gill Never saw it coming, I never had a clue Knew I was in trouble when I caught sight of you My heart

Down At The Borderline Lyrics by Vince Gill Have you ever been down to Thibodaux, Louisiana South of the Pontchartrain? They play the Zydeco and wrestle alligators Making love in

Tryin’ To Get Over You Lyrics by Vince Gill You could have given me a million reasons why But it wouldn’t change a thing ‘Cause you said it all when

Secondhand Smoke Lyrics by Vince Gill I watched my daddy smoking cigarettes Nicotine and whiskey always on his breath He kept a fresh pack open right beside his bed "Son,

Leaving Home Lyrics by Vince Gill Baby, get your shoes on We gotta get long gone Your daddy’s been drinking all night long He says he hears voices I’m running

Hill People Lyrics by Vince Gill The rifle rang out in the still of the night Two lovers lay dead on the floor The last thing they heard before she

The Whole World Lyrics by Vince Gill Feels like the whole world has got a broken heart We sure could use a brand-new start How the hell did we wind

Some Times Lyrics by Vince Gill I rode the Orange Blossom Special Back in forty-nine Manhattan to Miami She was the finest on the line Well, I worked in the

March On March On Lyrics by Vince Gill Get on board, children We’re runnin’ out of time The world needs healing Both yours and mine We need to cause good

I Gave You Everything I Had Lyrics by Vince Gill I’ve still got songs I’m dyin’ to sing But, man, my fingers ache From these old guitar strings I spend