you wrote me off with a call But don't you wager that I'll hide in sorrow When I may lay right down and bawl Now the race is on And here comes pride
Because your bad of the heart How could you be so cruel You treat me like a fool After all I did for you You cut me like a blade My trust is slowly fading
the one that I hated to face Somebody new came up to win her and I came out in second place Now the race is on... Yeah the race is on and it looks like
Vertaling: Jones, George. De wedstrijd is op.
Vertaling: Jones, George. Race Is On, The.
Because your bad of the heart How could you be so cruel You treat me like a fool After all I did for you You cut me like a blade My trust is slowly
and I'm feelin' low Drinkin' hard and dancin' slow I'm gonna shine my buckle to George Jones Heartaches are hot on my heels Bartender, the race is on
(by George Jones) I can hardly stand the sight of lipstick on the cigarettes there in the ashtray. Lying cold the way you left them, but at least your
THE RACE IS ON WITH GEORGE JONES WRITER DON ROLLINS I feel tears wellin' up cold deep inside like my heart's sprung a big break and a stab of loneliness
and feelin' low Drinkin' hard and dancin' slow I'm gonna shine my buckle to George Jones Heartaches are hot on my heels, bartender the race is on She
high and feelin' low Drinkin' hard and dancin' slow I'm gonna shine my buckle to George Jones Heartaches are hot on my heels, bartender the race is on
