Hey Lover. Will we ever win?. Days over. And the war begins. . And I don't wanna blame you but I do. And I don't wanna make you think there's something wrong with you.
Title: What Say You. Genre: Country. . I believe that there's a right & I believe that there's a wrong. That north and south, black & white. Can somehow get along.
Hey Lover. Will we ever win?. Days over. And the war begins. . And I don't wanna blame you but I do. And I don't wanna make you think there's something wrong with you.
Travis Tritt. We've Had It All. . There ain't a road. That we ain't traveled. Good times and bad. Both great and small. And when it seemed. It all would all come unraveled.
(Al Gore, Paul Overstreet). . I'm so glad you found me. Wrapped your sweet love around me. And helped me to make a new start. I was down on the bottom.
Put a dead cat on the railroad tracks. Wolf bains blooming by the tressel. Get the eyeball of a rooster. Stones from a ditch. Wash 'em down with bilge water.
Where am I?. I've never been myself. Lived for someone else. In the dark I dig into my flesh. I'm calling out, I'm calling out. I'm crying out for my death.
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They're lining up. To mad dog your tilta whirl. 3 shots for a dollar. Win a real live doll. All the lies that you tell. I believed them so well. Take them back.
I come in on a night train. With an arm full of box cars. On the wings of a magpie. Cross a hooligan night. I busted up a chifforobe. Way out by the cocomo.
I come in on a night train. With an arm full of box cars. On the wings of a magpie. Cross a hooligan night. I busted up a chifforobe. Way out by the cocomo.
I've grown up here now. All of my life. But I dreamed. Someday I'd go. Where blue eyed girls. And red guitars and. Naked rivers flow. . I'm not all I thought I'd be.
Well when you ain't got nobody, anybody looks nice. Don't take much to make you stop and look twice. And it's either feast or famine, I've found out that it's true.
What's he building in there?. What the hell is he building. In there?. He has subscriptions to those. Magazines... He never. Waves when he goes by. He's hiding something from.
----I u.. . You can hang me in a bottle like a cat. Let the crows pick me clean but for my hat. Where the wailing of a baby. Meets the footsteps of the dead.
(Weill/Brecht). . You gentlemen who think you have a mission. To purge us of the seven deadly sins. Should first sort out the basic food position. Then start your preaching, that's where it begins.
When you walk through the garden. you gotta watch your back. well I beg your pardon. walk the straight and narrow track. . If you walk with Jesus. he's gonna save your soul.
warm beer and cold women, I just don't fit in. every joint I stumbled into tonight. that's just how it's been. all these double knit strangers with. gin and vermouth and recycled stories.
Last night I dreamed that I was dreaming of you. And from a window across the lawn I watched you undress. Wearing your sunset of purple tightly woven around your hair.
He's got himself a homemade special. You know his glass is full of sand. And it fells just like a jaybird. The way it fits into his hand. He rolled a blade up in his trick towel.