Kentucky II - John Garcia

I was driving, just a masking

A mile out, oh 'til I’m gone

Like a cool breeze, on the riverside

And her addiction was a friend of mine

She’s got hard rhythm, so much rhythm

And I’ll just ride it out, maybe I’ll choke her out

Always standing, always waiting

Are the infinite answers on the other side of yours?

Ah, ah, oh, whoa

Ah, ah, oh, whoa

Precision like the pen, she was made just to win

All the other ones, born to lose, baby

Transitions and names mean nothing, so choose

Simplify me, don’t deny me

That river bourbon Kentucky, confide in me

Oh

Ah, ah, oh, whoa

Ah, ah, oh, whoa

Ah, ah, oh, whoa, oh, oh

Ah, ah, oh, whoa, oh, oh

Oh

(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

Oh