Remy was a pit mix, she was just skin and bonesDaddy found in a deep ditch on his way homeHe said she hopped right up when he opened his doorWhen you feel that kinda feeling, sonYou found yoursAge of seventeen you worked all summer longWashing cars and pulling weeds from your neighbor's lawnWell, it wasn't no King Ranch, but she was paid forWhen you find that kinda freedom, buddyYou found yoursWhoa, you found yoursThat living, breathing reason you've been looking forWhoa, don't need nothing moreWhen you feel that kinda feeling, yeahYou found yoursShe was an answer to an ol' boy's prayerWay out of your league, but you didn't careWhen you stole that kiss on her daddy's front porchThat feeling that you're feeling, buddyYou found yoursWhoa, you found yoursThat living, breathing reason you've been looking forWhoa, don't need nothing moreWhen you feel that kinda feeling, yeahYou found yoursCome onA fresh coat of blue paint on a bedroom wallTurns to two little feet running up and down the hallAnd now it's plain as day what you're down here forIf you were looking for a reason, buddyYou found yoursWhoa, you found yoursThat living, breathing reason you've been looking forWhoa, don't need nothing moreWhen you feel that kinda feeling, yeahYou found yours
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Luke Albert Combs (Charlotte, Carolina del Norte, Estados Unidos; 2 de marzo de 1990), más conocido como Luke Combs, es un cantante y compositor estadounidense. Es considerado el nuevo referente del country y uno de los cantantes más populares y exitosos de…
