Living on the road my friend, is gonna keep you free and clean. Now you wear your skin like iron,. Your breath as hard as kerosene.. You weren't your mama's only boy, but her favorite one it seems.
I'll probably never see you eye to eye again. This letter's meant to be my last farewell. But you need to under-stand I'm nearly crazy. You need to know my life has gone to hell.
Hello Mr. D.J. wont you play a song for me`. The girl I love just said good-by and I'm blue as I can be. Oh please Mr. D.J. play that song I heard you play.
Every time it rains, it rains. Pennies from heaven. Don't you know each cloud contains. Pennies from heaven. . You'll find your fortunes falling. All over the town.
Way out in Reno Nevada. Where romance blooms and fades. A great Philadelphia Lawyer. Was in love with a Hollywood maid.. Come, Love, and we will wander.
Living on the road my friend,. Was gonna keep you free and clean. And now you wear your skin like iron,. And your breath as hard as kerosene. . You weren't your mama's only boy,.
When it's peach picking time in Georgia. Apple picking time in Tennessee. Cotton picking time in Mississippi. Everybody picks on me. . When it's roundup time in Texas.
Written by Lindsey Buckingham.. . Oh I was lonely. Oh I was lonely. Oh can we play in the rain. Oh I was crying. Oh I was crying. On can we play in the rain.
Written by Lindsey Buckingham.. . Oh I was lonely. Oh I was lonely. Oh can we play in the rain. Oh I was crying. Oh I was crying. On can we play in the rain.
The looks are - The smile is a lie. The clock drags on - The smoke is in your eyes. You know the blame is someone's. But you don't quite know who. In your mind - if it could only be different in your heart.
Trapped inside these walls surround me. Closing in it's hard to breathe. It's okay I hear the shouting. What is left the will to be. The power. Power of love.
You took away from me, I tried to get it back. And if you lie to me, I keep it to myself. A trick or treat but then that don't make it right. I can't remember when, I could say goodnight.
I walked thru the door and took a seat. Listening to words. That seem to bounce right off my chest. Like I heard it all before. Teach an old dog the same old trick.
When I look up at the stars at night. What could I find beyond the light. A hundred million worlds that we ignore. Who can restrain Pleiades's. Or know the laws of heavenly's.
She was a white skinned black beauty. The daughter of an Indian. Her grandparents raised her in northern Illinois. I call her mother. . She was calling love.
Snooooooooooop. Snooooooooooop. . When the pimp's in the crib ma. Drop it like it's hot. Drop it like it's hot. Drop it like it's hot. When the pigs try to get at ya.
Well I dreamed that I was Portuguese. Inside my hotel room. the word upon these beautiful streets. sweet poetry is born here. who knew these dreams inside my head.
Aaahhhhh. Make it shine like pink! (pink, pink). Pink stars in the sky!. I understand you, you need a bit of, happiness.. . Remember to keep, in mind..
Mustache is a symbol of repression and of hate Never trust a man with a butt. broom on his face It's the facial marking of the man who holds you down The.
Medium cheese, she is glad to take my order. Long long way from that Lao-Viet border. She fled the jungle, the evil Viet Cong. Pizza Tran, orange county is where you belong.