Lirik Lagu Who Wouldn't Wanna Be Me Keith Urban Asli dan Lengkap Free Lyrics Song

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I got no money in my pockets,
I got a hole in my jeans,
I had a job and I lost it,
but it won't get to me.

'Cause I'm ridin' with my baby
and it's a brand new day.
We're on the wheels of an angel
flying away.

And the sun is shining,
this a-road keeps a-winding
through the prettiest country, from Georgia to Tennessee.

And I got the one I love beside me,
my troubles behind me.
I'm alive and I'm free,
who wouldn't wanna be me?

Now she's strummin' on my six-string
across her pretty knees.
She's stomping out a rhythm
and singing to me the sweetest song.

And the sun is shining,
this a-road keeps a-winding
through the prettiest country, from Georgia to Tennessee.

And I got the one I love beside me,
my troubles behind me.
I'm alive and I'm free,
who wouldn't wanna be me?

Come on,
woo.
Wow, wow.

Here we go.
And the sun is shining,
this a-road's still a-winding
through the prettiest country, from Georgia to Tennessee.

Got the one I love beside me,
my troubles behind me.
I'm alive and I'm free,
who wouldn't wanna be me?

I got no money in my pockets.
I got a hole in my jeans.
We're on the wheels of an angel
and I'm free.

She's strumming on my six-string,
it's across her pretty knees.
She's stomping out a rhythm
And singing to me, oh, oh, oh.
Rock on,
woo.

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