Hook:. . Get up, ride, sit back. Who's dangerous. Get up, pow, you foul. Can't hang wid this. Get up, now, gun blast. It's a Conflict. Get up, ride, sit back.
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Well I was born in old Kentucky. In them hills where folks are lucky. From a coal miner's daughter right to a coal miner's wife. . Related. . Your favorite shows are back!.
(feat. The Del McCoury Band). . Now that old car, it ain't gonna last. You ride around all day, I buy the gas. The more I work, the more you spend. Tell me honey baby when will this all end.
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Your sister's waiting outside. And that horn keeps blowing. You say you can't go home. Without knowing where we're going. . And crying. Saying there's no use tryin'.
George Jones & Tammy Wynette. . In a pawn shop in Chicago. On a sunny summer day. A couple gazes at the. Wedding rings there on display. She smiles and nods her head.
Cross my heart and cross my eyes. Stick a needle in my thigh. Drop kick my unscrewed lid. And fiddle fiddle fiddle fiddle fiddle with what's inside. .
Work, work all week long. Punchin' that clock from dusk till dawn.. Countin' the days till Friday night. That's when all the conditions are right.. For a good time.
Oh, the night is growing colder,. And the stars have lost their shine.. And I have been forsaken,. By everything I thought was mine.. For in the darkest hour,.
(Tom Slocum). . Gliding bird, gliding through the sky. I'm wondering why I can't be why. I can't be as free.. . Gliding bird, gliding all day long, sing your secret song.
Ooh. (What's the matter with the boy?). Ooh. (Did he really have to be so sure?). . But you're not thinking, ride around without a sound. Restless boy in restless town and you commence to.
I'm pre-meditating crime of a personal kind. I'm about to go out of my mind. I'm just about sick to death of taking breath. And walking this line of mine.
Ghostly girl, too light to stand on the ground. Nothing you do is done. And I can tell, you are not real. Girl, what are you doing here. . I don't know why, I am here myself.
New York City was a stitch in time. When I stood all I could of L.A.. Patchin' up the pieces of my tangled mind. . Diggin' somethin' different every day, yeah.
Picture they took of you in your cowboy hat. Makes you look like you are one of the boys. Out on a Saturday night, meanwhile on the outskirts of the dance hall.
These chords are old but we shake hands. 'Cause I believe that they're the good guys. We can use all the help we can. So many minor chords outside. I fell in love with the sound.
Peter said to Paul. "All those words that we wrote. Are just the rules of the game and the rules are the first to go". But now talkin' to God is Laurel beggin' Hardy for a gun.
Gypsy feet will wander. Gypsy feet will stray. Neither love nor thunder. Can ever make them stay. . I can't tame a heart so wild. Like a jungle drum it beats.
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