Traduzione del testo della canzone I'm a Fan - Granger Smith
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I'm a Fan
(originale)
I’m a fan of a 3-on-a-tree two-tone Chevrolet
I’m a fan of a Friday night right after I get paid
I’m a fan of Wrangler jeans and scuffed up Red Wing boots
Just like I’m a fan of you
I’m a fan of the barber shop, the broken feed store caps
Rolling around with the windows down
The smell of fresh-cut grass
I’m a fan of a rocking chair Sunday afternoon
Just like I’m a fan of
Holding you tight all-nighters
You set my heart on fire
Every touch taking me higher, woah
You’re the star of my rock show
I’m lighter lit in that front row
Yelling play it again, don’t want it to end
Loving everything you do
I’m a fan of you
I’m a fan of you
First time I laid eyes on you
My heart bought the ticket
You fell for my country ways
And the crazy that came wit hit
One look at you with them baby blues
And my turned on turns way up
Baby I’m a fan of
Holding you tight all-nighters
You set my heart on fire
Every touch taking me higher, woah
You’re the star of my rock show
I’m lighter lit in that front row
Yelling play it again, don’t want it to end
Loving everything you do
I’m a fan of you
Loving me
Everything you do baby
'Cause i’m a fan of
Holding you tight all-nighters
You set my heart on fire
Every touch taking me higher, woah
You’re the star of my rock show
I’m lighter lit in that front row
Yelling play it again, don’t want it to end
Loving everything you do
I’m a fan of you
I’m a fan of you
I’m a fan of you
(traduzione)
Sono un fan di una Chevrolet bicolore 3 su un albero
Sono un fan di un venerdì sera subito dopo essere stato pagato
Sono un fan dei jeans Wrangler e degli stivali Red Wing stropicciati
Proprio come se fossi un tuo fan
Sono un fan del negozio di barbiere, dei cappucci dei negozi di mangimi rotti
Rotolando con i finestrini abbassati
L'odore dell'erba appena tagliata
Sono un fan di una sedia a dondolo domenica pomeriggio