Founds total 6 songs
Willy The Wandering Gypsy And Me
Three fingers whiskey pleasures the drinkers. And moving does more than the same thing for me. Willy he tells me that doers and thinkers. Say,? Movin' is a closest thing to being free?.
You Can't Beat Jesus Christ
He was born to be known as everybody's brother. He is the Father, Son and Mary is His mother. He is a 'scuse my slanguage. . Well, a compound country kinda guy.
The Cowboy Who Started The Fight
The legs on the lady a walkin'. was tanned to a dark berry brown. Her body was made like a song to be played. to the tune of a million a pound. . So was a wonder of a woman I reckon.
You Can't Beat Jesus Christ
He was born to be known as everybody's brother. He is the Father, Son and Mary is His mother. He is a 'scuse my slanguage. . Well, a compound country kinda guy.
If I Give My Soul
Down a dangerous road, I have come to where I'm standing. With a heavy heart and my hat clutched in my hand. Such a foolish fool, God ain't known no greater sinner.
Fun While It Lasted
I met her one evenin' in a bar room downtown. She was the picture of truth. Her shoulders were sagged and her head was bowed down. Like me she was livin' the blues.
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