The sheriff's daughter. Misrepresentation of age. Alcohol. What could go wrong? A vacation to remember... if only you could!
Original material (in English, German, Turkish), lyrics to listen to, grooves delivered with a little bit of gravel.
Story behind the song
A song written on a dare...
Lyrics
Sunburnt in Nashville
Tequila and Jager, two sides of a coin
It started out with a swagger, it ended up with a burn
Started the night on a Friday, woke up Sunday afternoon
I used to be fit as a fiddle, now I’m all out of tune
Met that cutie from Texas, I saw no wedding ring
One thing led to another, ain’t no shame in a fling
Neighbor called the cops – I’m told-, on account of the noise
Too bad I don’t remember, but boys will be boys
Sunburnt in Nashville
It was all in good fun
Sunburnt in Nashville
She said she was twenty-one
I woke up in the sunshine, around a quarter to three
On the country club golf course, next to the seventh tee
I was burnt to a crisp, next to a note that read
“Thanks for a good time, you better watch for my Dad”
Not exactly from Texas, the cutie was home-grown
Her Dad the local Sheriff, steaming mad, home alone
His little girl’s still playing with any stranger in sight
her lipstick charged me “guilty”, as I boarded my flight
Sunburnt in Nashville
It was all in good fun
Sunburnt in Nashville
She said she was twenty-one
Back in my apartment, just staring at the wall
Nothing much to do ‘round here, Nashville was a ball
Guess I make it over there, at least, that is the plan
The honky-tonks a’waitin’, just as soon as I can
Sunburnt in Nashville
It was all in good fun
Sunburnt in Nashville
She said she was twenty-one
