You coax the blues right out of the horn, Mame. You charm the husk right off of the corn, Mame. You've got the banjoes strummin'. And plunkin' out a tune to beat the band.
Bonaerense Ruta Setenta y seis,. sendero ayer transitado. por los pampas de Catriel.. . Con rumbo al Sauce Corto, para visitar. Indios Ricos de Ventana,.
Fue amanecer, cuando un amigo.. Tu voz se trajo, grabadita en un cassette.. . Escucharte me golpo,. fro cual viento fueguino. barre los llanos selknam de pueblo aoni kenk..
Regresando.. Donde duermen mis huesos.. El sol, con su cachetada, sacude mi plexo.. Obligndome a reflexionar. En que nadie me espera,. Y en que corta es la vida.
Driving through. A lonely road. I put my mind in a frozen numb mode. . A hundred miles. I have to go. Sweetest moment. Leave me on my own. . All I feel is true.
What if I say to you. That I have a little problem. That my soul is empty and insipid. Like an average russian watermelon. . There's no music. There's no shine.
Stunned and scared I've been standing against the wall. You're my imaginary friend in my imaginary world. All that I can do is just run behind the night.
Lord, I was born a ramblin' man. Tryin' to make a livin' and doin' the best I can. And when it's time for leavin', I hope you'll understand. That I was born a ramblin' man.
The conversation died last night,. On the heels of another fight,. And you had so much more to say yeah,. . And now my telephone is blind,. I put my bottle on rewind,.
it was just another boring friday night. when things got a little out of control. a record player and some cds. is what he stole. . well he claims he wiped the finger prints.
there's a broken needle scratchin my 45 collection. through a burned out, blown 2-speaker combination. . there's nothin left to do but crank it up loud.
i met this girl the other day. sitting alone on the wednesday train. i said, "what's wrong? you look so sad.". . she said she's got something inside. that she's not willing to confide.
Lord, I was born a ramblin' man. Tryin' to make a livin' and doin' the best I can. And when it's time for leavin', I hope you'll understand. That I was born a ramblin' man.
Hey!. . Waking up to the sound of text messages. And typing in my ear. You just can't wait to check your e-mail. I'll beg and beg, baby connect with me instead.
[Intro: Jack & Jack]. Woah. Roll 'em up. . [Verse 1: Alli Simpson]. You're talking to me but I never heard a word. Please excuse me, I was in another world.
Take to the skies, build us a new heaven. Of worthless lies, from a new spokesperson. Anything for gold, you'll do anything for gold. You'll do anything you're told.