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..
Well I tried my best but that ain't enough. I'm tryin' to forget you and it's gettin' mighty tough. The blues just follow me around the whole day through.
I don't know where we went wrong. I do not remember. But I don't want to waste no time. Explaining shit to you. I think I'm done. But now I realize. That you're not the one.
Roger Creager. . Stand up straight walk tall and proud if you want the world to sing your praise.. Don't let them see you sweat, don't let your eyes get wet, that's just the way I was raised..
Stand up straight. And walk tall around. If you want. The world to sing your praise. . Well let 'em see you sweat. Don't let your eyes get wet. Well thats the way that I was raised.
So much time has past between what has gone and what has come to be,. . And though you play your part so well, I see through you it's no mystery,. . You've got your eyes closed,.
Was it a huntsman or a player. That made you pay the cost. That now assumes relaxed positions. And prostitutes your loss?. Were you tortured by your own thirst.
Have you ever had a fever,. From a bitter-sweet refrain,. Have you ever kissed the sunshine,. Walked between the rain.. . Well, just climb up on my music,.
Cause I lost my job two weeks before Christmas. And I talked to Jesus at the sewer. And the Pope said it was none of his God-damned business. While the rain drank champagne.
Born in the troubled city. In Rock and Roll, USA. In the shadow of the tallest building. I vowed I would break away. Listened to the Sunday actors. But all they would ever say.
A weakling weighing ninety-eight pounds. Will get sand in his face when kicked to the ground.. . And soon in the gym with a determined chin,. The sweat from his pores as he works for his cause....
But a deltoid and a bicep, a hot groin and a tricep. Makes me shake, makes me wanna take Charles Atlas by the...hand.. . In just seven days I can make you a man..
This is the first time that I've written out your name. This is the last time that I'll ever feel the same. Maybe I said too much but I don't care. You're acting still like I'm not there.
This is the first time that I've written out your name. This is the last time that I'll ever feel the same. Maybe I said too much but I don't care. You act distant like I'm not there.