When I was seventeen, it was a very good year It was a very good year for small town girls And soft summer nights We'd hide from the lights on the village
December 1st I'm in a foreign state, I'm running late I'm all alone, wishing I was home with you baby She's got a way of making things okay when she
Santa: Just whenever? John: Yeah, yeah. Alright Alright. VERSE 1 its christmas day and im alone again shes with him now im with my loneliness she ran
When you left, she was a wreck Cuz she said, you left a mess But you said that you'd be back home Didn't wanna see her all alone And you bet she took
I?ve got money in my pocket I like the color of my hair I?ve got a friend who loves me Got a house, I?ve got a car I?ve got a good mother And her voice
I've got money in my pocket I like the color of my hair I've got a friend who loves me Got a house, I've got a car I've got a good mother And her voice
Flippin' bottle caps through the ring around the moon All alone on a Saturday night with the stars in bloom I am a vision of my mother's dream come true
Don't tell me That you get sick of living When the summer's so forgiving although we have stolen All of the things that we though we had owned then Have
(Jerry Chesnut) I can hardly bear the sight of lipstick On the cigarettes there in the ashtray Lyin' cold the way you left'em But at least your lips
Piegato in un pacco sottile c'e il tuo vestito bianco di qualche anno fa memoria di un'amore che fu primavera e adesso e precaria routine. Eppure lo specchio
All the world is a room And the room is painted blue You look at me, I look at you And we need our song to pull us through But the melody is changin'
You used to write my name on the back of your notebook All adorned with smiles and hearts and stars But lately it would appear that you found yourself
She was only 17 And forced to blame it on herself That she hides away to tame the pain she feels She was fallen to a scene A drunken man, a violent will
(howard houston) Producer for bonnie: howard houston Heartaches and so much pain Cry out to you in vain I'll keep my promises, oh darling Don't let this
Written by ervin drake When I was seventeen, it was a very good year. It was a very good year for small town girls and soft summer nights. We'd hide
Did the ironing in a cowboy hat Felt as fresh as the paint in this new flat And I will never tell you what to do Have ambition simply to see things through
This 'ole beer gut I got don?t get no smaller If I thought it?d do any good I?d go ahead and call her I?ve been drinkin? up my pain since she?s been gone