It's rainin' cats and dogs. At a diner outside Wichita. Out of money, our of breath. Somewhere in the great Midwest. . It ain't like you'll walk through that door.
(Ron Isley - verse 1). It's 2 a.m.. just getting in. about to check my message. no one has called. but my homies. and some bill collectors. cellular rings.
Well, hello there. Good old friend of mine. Youve been reaching for yourself. For such a long time. Theres so much to say. No need to explain. Just an open door for you.
I don't know where to begin, but now I just can't hold it in. I want to tell you everything but I can't find the words so let my heart show you what I can't say..
i specialize in every thing that cant be done. no more talking about it moment of silence for the champions they say we warriors. they said we did it again.
It's not a simple case of breaking up. One chapter's closed, another has begun. Now I try to learn to call you my ex-lover. But how do you ex-love someone?.
Working in a suit and tie. On the twenty-second floor. A wife who cooks and stays at home. And children to support. And they provide some comfort. From your worries and your cares.
I walked into the party. And there you were again. Looking so elusive. Looking so pretend. You smiled at me across the room. Turned away and then. Holding up the wall.
I'm sitting in my roo in your prison doin' time. bars on my windows 'cause you got so good at crime. shirt on your back and a gun in your pants. thinking you're the man but you're only a stand in.
You say your job is a pain. It's pulling you down the drain. I think you'd rather complain. Than quit it. . He knocks you to the floor. But you go back for more when you could walk out the door.
I wanna get close to you. . I wanna get next to you. Never felt the way I feel for you. And that's when I get close to you. . I'm never feeling blue. When I get close to you.
Country Rap Song. . I like Tupac Shakur, Snoop Dogg and Biggie, and old Run D M C.. I like all those heavy rappers, and I like to watch M T V.. I like the way they walk, the way they talk, with all those tough cliches'.
CAPE ST.MARY'S. Take me back to my western boat. Let me fish off Cape St. Mary's. Where the hog-down sail. And the Fog horns wail. With my friends the Browns and the Clearys.
CIRCLE OF THE SUN. by Sally Rogers. Babies are born in the circle of the Sun. Circle of the Sun on the birthin' day. Babies are born in the circle of the sun.
Riding the sky, easy to fly. Oh, on a lovely crystal day. Kicking the sun, watching it run. Gee what a lovely crystal day. . Rainbows up here. blows through your hais.
COUNTRY GIRL. WRITER ROY DRUSKY. . I met you my country girl you didn't have a thing. I fell in love I dressed you up, then I bought the ring. I was teaching you to love, you were leaning fine.
Colonel Maggie is my friend she got my self respect right back for me. Colonel Maggie is my friend with good old motherly sweet sympathy. . Flat down on the street with a bottle at my feet.
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug. Make you want to holler hi-de-ho. Burns your tummy, don'tcha know. Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug. . Grape wine in a Mason jar. Homemade and brought to school.
you cant roller scate in a buffalo herd, you cant roller scate in a buffalo herd, you cant roller scate in a buffalo herd but you can be happy if you've the mind too..