Cut out my heart with no Novocain There's nothin' to numb the pain and everything hurts, yeah Who knew that Hell could be Heaven-sent? I guess that's what happens when a blessing gets cursed Now she turned her Silverado to a getaway Just another wild horse that got out the gate Now we're tail lights, burnin' down the interstate And I really wanna chase her, I ain't thinkin' straight Thinkin' straight, either way She was gone by the sunrise Started rainin' in the summertime (summertime) Pickin' pieces of my heart up off the floor, whoa, whoa Girl, I wish I had a warnin' shot of that 90-proof Little liquor in my blood when you told me we're through, yeah Hold the rocks on the 42 Need a bottle in my hand just to handle the truth, yeah Gotta do what you gotta do But girl, I ain't bulletproof, bulletproof So let me get a warning shot or maybe two And then maybe I'll remember to forget about you, yeah Roll tide, girl, always out of time, girl She in church on Sunday, but it's Friday all the time, girl Blindsided, didn't read the fine print Swervin' 'cross the county lines Now she turned her Silverado to a getaway Just another wild horse that got out the gate Now we're tail lights, burnin' down the interstate And I really wanna chase her, I ain't thinkin' straight Thinkin' straight, either way She was gone by the sunrise Started rainin' in the summertime (summertime) Pickin' pieces of my heart up off the floor, whoa, whoa Girl, I wish I had a warnin' shot of that 90-proof Little liquor in my blood when you told me we're through, yeah Hold the rocks on the 42 Need a bottle in my hand just to handle the truth, yeah Gotta do what you gotta do But girl, I ain't bulletproof, bulletproof So let me get a warning shot or maybe two And then maybe I'll remember to forget about you, yeah

Per Spelmann Per spelmann han hadde ei einaste ku Per spelmann han hadde ei einaste ku Han bytte bort kua, fekk fela igjen Han bytte bort kua, fekk fela igjen Du gode gamle fiolin, du fiolin, du fela mi! Per spelmann han spela, og fela ho lét Per spelmann han spela, og fela ho lét Så gutane dansa og jentene gret Så gutane dansa og jentene gret Du gamle gode fiolin, du fiolin, du fela mi! Per Spelmann han spela, og fela var god Per Spelmann han spela, og fela var god Så gutane dansa og jentene lo Så gutane dansa og jentene lo Du gode gamle fiolin, du fiolin, du fela mi! Og om eg vert gammal som stein under bru, Og om eg vert gammal som stein under bru, Nei, aldri eg byter bort fela for ku. Nei, aldri eg byter bort fela for ku. Du gode gamle fiolin, du fiolin, du fela mi! Og om eg vert gammal som mose på tre, Og om eg vert gammal som mose på tre, Så aldri eg byter bort fela for fé Så aldri eg byter bort fela for fé Du gode gamle fiolin, du fiolin, du fela mi! Og om eg vert gammal som skorpe på graut Og om eg vert gammal som skorpe på graut Så aldri eg byter bort fela for naut Så aldri eg byter bort fela for naut Du gode gamle fiolin, du fiolin, du fela mi!