Song
|
Lyric
|
Tim McGraw
|
Put those Georgia stars to shame that night (x2)
|
White Horse
|
This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town
|
Fifteen
|
It's your freshman year and you're gonna be here \ For the next four years in this town (Hendersonville, TN)
|
Holy Ground
|
Back to a first glance feeling on New York time + we had this big wide city all to ourselves
|
The Lucky One
|
In the angel's city, chasing fortune and fame
|
The Lucky One
|
Now it's big black cars and Riviera views
|
The Lucky ONe
|
Chose the rose garden over Madison Square
|
CBBH
|
I guess you're in New York today (x2) + In New York, be here
|
CBBH
|
I guess you're in London today + But you're in London, and I break down, 'cause it's not fair that you're not around
|
MIAB
|
How is it in London? Where were you while I'm wonderin'
|
IBYTAM
|
Glamorous, shiny bright Beverly Hills
|
The Very First Night
|
But don't forget about the night out in LA
|
ATWTMVTVFTV
|
From when your Brooklyn broke my skin and bones
|
ATWTMVTVFTV
|
'Cause in this city's barren cold \ I still remember the first fall of snow
|
WTNY
|
Welcome to New York (x31) + Walking through a crowd, the village is aglow
|
Bad Blood (Remix)
|
Now POV of you and me, similar Iraq (Kendrick)
|
Wonderland
|
Didn't you calm my fears with a Cheshire cat smile?
|
End Game
|
I'm in a G5, come to the A-Side (Future)
|
Delicate
|
Dive bar on the East Side, where you at?
|
Delicate
|
Third floor on the West Side, me and you
|
KOMH
|
Salute to me, I'm your American queen (x2)
|
KOMH
|
And you move to me like I'm a Motown beat
|
The Man
|
I’d be just like Leo in Saint-Tropez
|
I Think He Knows
|
He got my heartbeat skipping down 16th Avenue (x3)
|
MAATHP
|
The title (x3) + American glory faded before me + American stories burning before me
|
Cornelia Street
|
Cornelia Street (x16) please i don't wanna list this out
|
Cornelia Street
|
I get mystified by how this city screams your name (x2)
|
DBATC
|
our country, guess it was a lawless land
|
London Boy
|
I love my hometown as much as Motown
|
London Boy
|
I love SoCal
|
London Boy
|
And you know I love Springsteen, faded blue jeans, Tennessee whiskey + Like a Tennessee Stella McCartney on the Heath
|
London Boy
|
You know I love a London boy (x6)
|
London Boy
|
I enjoy walkin' Camden Market in the afternoon
|
London Boy
|
He loves my American smile (x3)
|
London Boy
|
Took me back to Highgate, met all of his best mates (x3)
|
London Boy
|
And now I love high tea, stories from Uni, and the West End
|
London Boy
|
And now I love high tea, stories from Uni, and the West End
|
London Boy
|
But God, I love the English
|
London Boy
|
I enjoy nights in Brixton, Shoreditch in the afternoon
|
London Boy
|
I enjoy nights in Brixton, Shoreditch in the afternoon
|
London Boy
|
So please show me Hackney (x2)
|
London Boy
|
Doesn't have to be Louis V up on Bond Street (x2)
|
London Boy
|
Like a Tennessee Stella McCartney on the Heath (x2)
|
London Boy
|
I enjoy walkin' Soho, drinkin' in the afternoon (x2)
|
False God
|
Staring out the window like I’m not your favorite town \ I'm New York City
|
False God
|
Daring you to leave me just so I can try and scare you \ You're the West Village
|
Daylight
|
Back and forth from New York
|
TLGAD
|
Her saltbox house on the coast took her mind off St. Louis
|
TLGAD
|
They picked out a home and called it Holiday House + Holiday House sat quietly on that beach
|
TLGAD
|
"There goes the last great American dynasty (x2)
|
seven
|
But I, I was high in the sky \ With Pennsylvania under me
|
seven
|
We'll move to India forever
|
invisible string
|
Green was the color of the grass \ Where I used to read at Centennial Park +
Gold was the color of the leaves \ When I showed you around Centennial Park
|
invisible string
|
Bad was the blood of the song in the cab \ On your first trip to LA
|
invisible string
|
Bold was the waitress on our three-year trip \ Getting lunch down by the Lakes
|
invisible string
|
She said I looked like an American singer
|
hoax
|
You know I left a part of me back in New York
|
the lakes
|
Take me to the Lakes where all the poets went to die (x3)
|
the lakes
|
Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry (x3)
|
TTDS
|
I parked my car right between the Methodist and the school that used to be ours the Methodist across Taylor's high school
|
TTDS
|
So I'll go back to L.A. and the so-called friends \ Who'll write books about me if I ever make it
|
dorothea
|
The stars in your eyes shined brighter in Tupelo (x2)
|
coney island
|
And I'm sitting on a bench in Coney Island \ Wondering where did my baby go? (x2)
|
cowboy like me
|
Now you hang from my lips \ Like the Gardens of Babylon
|
Maroon
|
And I chose you \ The one I was dancing with \ In New York, no shoes
|
BTTWS
|
Did some bird flap its wings ovеr in Asia?
|
Paris
|
Like we were in Paris (x6)
|
Beautiful Ghosts
|
Too young to wander London streets, alone and haunted (x3)
|
Carolina
|
Carolina knows, etc. (8 in total)
|
Both of Us
|
Everybody ain’t a number one draft pick \ Most of us ain’t Hollywood actors
|
Didn't They
|
They never thought they'd see the day \ That the tower's up in flamesyou can have a search what this stands for if you haven't seen this song before
|