Searching for someone so long. To fill in this hole in my heart. I've tried everything I could find. Nothing could set me apart. I've been searching for all my life.
In the summer that my son was born. In the same unchanging town that fathered me. I retraced many steps trying to fit my own footsteps. Is it the truth perhaps there is no return.
pastime with good company. i love and shall until i die. grudge who will let none deny. so God be pleased this life will i. for my pastance* hunt sing and dance.
by Robin Williamson. . Purple clouds turn scarlet in the setting sun. Where sagebrush turns to alive oak and the white tail run. The air is cool as music when the day is gone.
Woke up on the right side of the bed. Whats up with this Prince Song inside my head?. Hands up if youre down to get down tonight. Cause its always a good time..
Morir es retirarse,. Hacerse a un lado,. Ocultarse un momento,. Estarse quieto,. Pasar el aire. De una orilla a nado. Y estar en todas partes. En secreto..
Some are awaiting, some overtaking. The train, it's the last out of town. Wasn't much of a town, anyway, and I never. Met anyone tempted to stay. If heaven has sent it or.
Mmmmm-mmmmm. I's up this mornin'. Ah, blues walkin' like a man. I's up this mornin'. Ah, blues walkin' like a man. Worried blues. Give me your right hand.
Mmmmm-mmmmm. I's up this mornin'. Ah, blues walkin' like a man. I's up this mornin'. Ah, blues walkin' like a man. Worried blues. Give me your right hand.
Mmmmm mmmmm I's up this mornin'. ah, blues walkin' like a man. I's up this mornin'. ah, blues walkin' like a man. Worried blues. give me your right hand.
Beatrice, she got a phonograph. And it won't say a lonesome word. Beatrice got a phonograph. But it won't say a lonesome word. What evil have I done?.
Beatrice, she got a phonograph. And it won't say a lonesome word. Beatrice got a phonograph. But it won't say a lonesome word. What evil have I done?.
Beatrice, she got a phonograph. And it won't say a lonesome word. Beatrice got a phonograph. But it won't say a lonesome word. What evil have I done?.
Beatrice, she got a phonograph. And it won't say a lonesome word. Beatrice got a phonograph. But it won't say a lonesome word. What evil have I done?.
Porompompom. poromporom. pomperoperom. . poromporom. pomperoperom. poromporompompom.. Porompompom. poromporom. pomperoperom. . poromporom. pomperoperom.
Prowling Nighthawk Trk 15 3:03. Robert Lee McCoy. (aka Ramblin' Bob & Robert Nighthawk). (Robert McCoy). Recorded: Aurora, Illinois - Leland Hotel Wed May 5th, 1937.
[Verse 1]. Chain me, buy me, set me free. Make me stay or let me leave. Always something up your sleeve. Jesus Christ, you're killing me. . [Verse 2].
Oh, yeah, everything seems to move so fast. Get old, if you live your life backwards you won't have a past. Move West, and know that the [?] will be hard.
There's a convoy coming:. Carrying a load of coal.. All we've got is banners,. On a six-foot pole.. I said: slow down brother,. You ain't driving in here..