The Lord said stand up Paul and dry up your tears. You must preach my gospel for many long years. Go to DAMASCUS the way that is straight. You'll MEET ANANIAS and there you must wait.
Password, please use the password. It opens the door to my heart. Password, love is the password. Just say the words of love and come on in. . This game of love we're playing.
Would you look at what came down the road today. Wanting me to be one more mistake to make. A bridge to burn to get to someone knew. Pass me by if you're only passing through.
PAPER ROSES. Writers Fred Spielman, Janice Torre. . I realize the way your eyes deceived me With tender looks that I mistook for love So take away the flowers that you gave me And send the kind that you remind me of Paper roses paper roses Oh how real those roses seem to be But they're only imitation Like your imitation love for me I thought that you would be a perfect lover You seemed so full of sweetness at the start But like a big red rose that's made of paper There isn't any sweetness in your heart Paper roses paper roses Oh how real those roses seem to be But they're only imitation Like your imitation love for me Like your imitation love for me.
Don't build for me, no paper mansions. That only stand, until you've gone. You paint the nastiest futures of anyone I know. You always leave me holding on to pretty words that glow.
Too many parties and too much drinking too many sweethearts too little thinking. I love you darling I always will but honey you're devoted to the pace that kills.
I could go a-runnin', jumpin', reachin' for the sky. (Reachin' for the sky). That's all that I thought that it would take to buy your mind. (Take to buy your mind).
Pullin' away, he's pullin' away. Now his wagons are loaded. He's pullin' away. . Hard luck is the fortune of all woman kind. They're always controlled, they're always confined.
They come in their summery dresses and jackets so fine. The rich folks who measure success with a big dollar sign. They gaze with delight with the rocks and the scraggly pines.
John Stewart. . I was born in Portland town. I was born in Portland town. Yes, I was. Oooh, yes, I was.. October third, I'm on my way. October third, I'm on my way. Yes, I am. Oooh, yes I am..
Poor Ellen Smith, how was she found?. Shot through the heart lyin' dead on the ground. Her body was mangled and all cast around. And X marks the spot where poor Ellen was found.
Dave Guard. . Well, I thought I heard a captain say, "Pay me my money down. Tomorrow is my sailing day, pay me my money down.". . Chorus:. Oh, pay me. Pay me. Pay me my money down. Pay me or go to jail. Pay me my money down..
Come all you young rebels and list while we sing. For the love of one's country is a terrible thing. It banishes fear with the speed of a flame. And it makes us all part of the patriot game.
Woody Guthrie. . It's a mighty hard road that my poor hands have hoed. My poor feet have traveled a hot, dusty road.. Out of your dust bowls and westward we rode. Your deserts were hot and your mountains were cold..
Sittin' down here on a Parchment Farm, uh huh. (Repeat). Sittin' down here on a Parchment Farm, I ain't never done nobody no harm.. . Bet your life I'm going to jail, uh huh. (Repeat).
There ain't no easy way to start this conversation. So I'll just say what's on my mind. Once our hearts both shared a common destination. To love until the end of time.
Dog-tired. Yeah, I'm wired. Uptight-er than an e-string. About to break. . Tail-draggin'. A little ragged. Hangin' by a thread. That's startin' to fray.
My truck has a rebel flag and a rifle rack. There's a case or two of empty cans blowin' in the back. Yeah I got an eight point buck strapped across the hood.
Penny For Your Thoughts By Kevin Fowler. . Some folks put a price on everything. Cause nothin' in life comes for free. Well love don't cost money, just hard work and time.
There's a way of life that most folks don't even know about. When the cotton crop fails and the garden dries up because of the drought. And your only clothes're hangin' on your back and they're all wornout.