Those rodeo clowns they seem so funny. But in a way they're kinda sad too. But those rodeo clowns don't make much money. She smiles and says, "Yeah, kinda like you".
Little Savior of Brooklyn. Pays 'em for her coffee. With a million dollar smile. She dances on the corner. to a blind man playing Elvis. And even when its raining.
If one drink,. could make tonight,. slip my mind then I. Should drink up,. so I can forget that. I haven't lived my life. You are an example of,. better things to come.
Love is not a place. To come and go as we please. It's a house we answer in. Then commit to never leave. . So lock the door behind you. Throw away the key.
Someone's calling your name but you can't hear a sound. 'Cause you've allowed the noise to drown it out. Everywhere you go, you're never there. The thought of being afraid has you so scared.
Lord of all, you left Heaven. Stepped into our broken world. Holy child, our salvation. All of God in a Mother's arms. . Jesus, Jesus, all our hope is.
(Pilson, Hendrix). . Imagine if you had a second chance at life. What would you change that time to try and make it right. With black and white, uniting colors everywhere.
Okay. . Dreams of xanadu. Like a rainbow in the sky. I wil lead you to heaven. Close your eyes just let me try. . You will listen to my voice. You will listen to my whisper.
Fear in the night. Broken dreams - wrapped in starlight. Our love is dead... I cannot feel - my mind. I cannot feel - who's wrong or right. . It's you or me, the strategy.
Take me down. I'm ready for another ride underground. I need your love, baby. To take me down. Snake in the grass. A good, good girl. I am the queen of the night.
[Music-Hubbard, Orne/Lyrics-Hubbard]. . Alter of dawn, bury me in light. Crimson eclipse, blood and body ignite. Lysergic communion, thy cup runneth over.
I like my lovin' country style. I'm only in the city for a while. So when I'm rid you see how I'll head for Tennessee. 'Cause I like my lovin' country style.
LOVESICK BLUES. (Irving Mills - Cliff Friend). '49 Mills Music. . I got a feelin' called the blues oh Lord since my baby's said goodbye. Oh I don't know what I'll do all I do is sit and sigh oh Lord.
Oh, the sun's gonna shine in my life. Once more love's gonna live here again. Things're gonna be the way they were before. Love's gonna live here again.
Livin' on free food tickets. Water in the milk from the hole in the roof. Where the rain came through. What can you do?. . Tears from little sister cryin'.
Love me tender, love me sweet. Never let me go. You have made my dreams complete. And I love you so. . Love me tender, love me true. All my dreams fulfill.
LOST WEEKEND. (Wayne P. Walker). '60 Cedarwood Publishing. . Every day is a lost weekend. Every day since my baby said goodbye. Every day is a lost weekend.
Well, I just had a conversation with my heart. And it said, "Let's stop to sing before it starts". For he gets one put inside close that door and run and hide.
Gonna tell Aunt Mary about Uncle John. He claim he got married but he havin' lots of fun. Oh baby, hey baby, whoo baby. Havin' me some fun tonight. . Well long tall Sally, she's built sweet.