(Tom Campbell - Steve Gillette). . Where the Walker runs down into the Carson Valley plain. There lived a young maiden Darcy Farrow was her name. The daughter of old Dundee and a fair one was she.
Ai se joga se joga joga no meu colo e vem. Se joga se joga joga no meu colo e vem. Se joga se joga joga no meu colo e vem. Se joga se joga joga no meu colo e vem.
Brother brother can't you see this lie you've matured into. You took your innocence and traded for some filthy toy. Brother brother forgot your family tree.
Fica louca tira a roupa. Vem que hoje 'cê não escapa não. Sua boca me enlouquece eita alucinação. Lingerie vermelha eu fico louco. 'Cê me conhece bem.
Oh, I used to wish I was a hard line taker. They'd say, six to one a half dozen'll break her. Till I fell in love with a young man who sang the blues.
Abre mais a blusa, me usa só não pede pra parar. Pra sentir teu corpo mais quente, deixar molhada, vem cá. Puxar teu cabelo, uma mordidinha louca me dá.
Oh, my family grew cotton and cotton was all we knew. Butter came from butter beans and it all went in a stew. We lived off our victory garden and the neighbors did so too.
Love is patient love is kind love wont try to mess up your mind. Love never promotes itself love will put itself to rest. . You feel alone in a crowded room there's nowhere left to hide.
Flipped into the wind. Like the ashes of her cigarette. He got scattered thrown on the breeze. As he tried to forget. He lost all his heat. And his heart never will be the same.
Actions and intent are often mistaken in place. so hard to understand the meaning of each. follow the signposts for success. . yet out of reach left all alone.
Vodka ou água de coco pra mim tanto faz. Eu gosto quando fica louca, cada vez eu quero mais. Cada vez eu quero mais. . Whisky ou água de coco pra mim tanto faz.
My bags are waiting in a cab downstairs. I've got a ticket in my pocket says I'll make it out of here. And I came by here just to tell you good-by. I can see it in your face, you don't want to know why.
I pick you you're the last scab that will take it's place. I flick you you'd better get used I'm gonna scratch you from existence. Deleach you you can't ever take this place.
I am a clock without hands. I'm walking through the midnights. Counting all the moments of the loves I've left behind. Crying on the shoulders of the days, I've not forgotten now.
Don't judge a book by it's cover. Angel of light core of the night. Peel the surface throbbing cancer. Couldn't believe it'd turn out this way. Outside is pretty inside is putrid.
In the hills of Montana. There's a timber wolf howlin'. The Rangers are prowlin'. For a woman alone. She'd run away. From an Indian lover. He'll never recover.
He is from the work of a Southern writer. Where every man's a fighter. Where the strong survive. And the weak move north to rest. . And he had lines of silver.
I stand at a distance. And I do it from afar. She yells for some assistance. Should it matter who you are. . We all get hurt by love. And we all have a cross to bear.
Can you hear me are you listening will you think of me in the long run. To leave the void only by choice to change to feel to be precise. Will you leave me or be predestined for control.
It's a long and dusty road. It's a hot and heavy load. And the folks I meet ain't always kind. Some are bad and some are good. Some have done the best they could.