Well my name is Mick Ryan, I'm lyin still. In a lonely spot near where I was killed. By a red man defending his native land. In the place that they call Little Big Horn.
Well my name is Mick Ryan, I'm lyin still. In a lonely spot near where I was killed. By a red man defending his native land. In the place that they call Little Big Horn.
Whistles don't get lonesome, I guess no one told Hank. You never know that might have been the reason why he drank. What was Willie smokin' when he wrote Hello Walls'.
Me and Dirk took a little trip. Across the sea on a big air ship. Riley Baugus came along. Helped us play our banjo songs. Prettiest place that I've ever seen.
Me and Dirk took a little trip. Across the sea on a big air ship. Riley Baugus came along. Helped us play our banjo songs. Prettiest place that I've ever seen.
I ain't gonna' work on Maggie's farm no more. I ain't gonna' work on Maggie's farm no more. Well i wake up in the morning,. put my hands and pray for rain,.
Bought a lotto ticket feelin' mystic. Palm readin' nature divine. Depth perception intrinsic connection. Identity shift matter body to mind. Suckin' on a cosmic egg.
Dont break my mamas heart. Dont make my mama cry. When you break my mamas heart. Youre also breakin mine. . My mamas a sweet one. Youd think shes meek and mile.
C Em Am Em. why do i have to learn the hard way?. C Em Am G. why do I have to do it my way?. Somethings gonna strike you down. Somethings gonna strike you down.
Summer came and days grew long,. liliacs bloomed round' Milford pond,. First place I ever held his hand.. Timeless walks and breathless nights,. Went rushing past like Geese in flight.
Photos, circled, round and round in my head. I'm dizzy from thinking we could get back what we had. Pardon me for living in the past. In a dream I thought would last.
Me, sitting here by myself. Wondering what I can do. Now that I don't have to you. And me, trying to tell myself. That I'm gonna find a way. To change your mind someday.
Talking to you, talking to me. across the satellite. The star of modern man. but this old-fashioned girl. stands still in time. . Ohhh oh oh. . There's nothing to cure.
Midnight is calling. The moon is up above. And I can hear you calling. Those sad eyes looking for love. . Tied up by your memories. It's quarter to four.
There's rust on your jacket. And mud on your lip. And I wonder where you're going. And I wonder where you've been. . 'Cus you know that I'm listening.
I need money, I need love. I need a Cadillac to give me a shove. And get me out of this up-tight. Midnight into some lime-light again. . Yeah, 'cause I know my ego.
Well, if you never let them tight pants. Have a chance to hug your hips. Manhattan bluebird. Girl, you never flown. . And if you never read your name.
They parted but a year before she never thought he'd come. She stammered blushed held out her hand and called him Mister Gum. How could he know that all the while she longed to murmur John.
All day Friday, I'd be daydreaming. Of borrowing my old man's Catalina. And picking up my baby just as the sun went down. We'd look in the paper to see what was showing.
You've heard songs about the broken hearted couple who have fought. You've heard songs about romances and the teardrops they have brought. Many hearts are broken when the one day love has gone.