Going into Tow Law for what I need Chain for the ripsaw, killer for the weed Dog's at the back door leaving me Don't feed him Jack, don't wait up for
is time spent with you But you don't find time With the Notting Hill blues With the Notting Hill blues Notting Hill blues, Notting Hill blues, Notting Hill blues
Lonesome Hill Blues Trk 17 3:03 Walter Davis (Walter Davis) Walter Davis - vocal, Roosevelt Sykes (Willie Kelly) piano Dallas, Texas Wednesday February
[B-Real] I got the sawed off shotgun hand on the pump with the fucking red bastard snitching like a punk I had the operation tight the flaws faded doors
I'm going into Tow Law For what I need Chain for the ripsaw Killer for the weed The dog's at the back door Leave him be Don't feed him Jack And don't
Oversættelse: Aztec Camera. Notting Hill Blues.
Oversættelse: Bertha Chippie Hill. Christmas Man Blues.
Oversættelse: Mark Knopfler. Hill Farmer Blues.
: [B-Real] I got the sawed off shotgun hand on the pump with the fucking red bastard snitching like a punk I had the operation tight the flaws faded
that I saw, The night that I saw The night that I saw Lips lips Lips in the hills in the hills Lips lips Lips in the hills In the hills I'm so flipped
enough I've been waiting so long Your death is written on paper my heart is fueled by hatred, fueled by hatred dragging (dragging) dead bodies up really steep hills
perfume fills the air People stop and stare, but Blue rose is looking for the moon in someone's eyes Blue rose is willing to believe in someone's lies Now blue
you're blue Where do you go when you're lonely I'll follow you When the stars go blue The stars go blue, stars go blue
Time to swim And time to see Minds the yellow ring Upon the sea Find me some more time And I'll sing for my tea Do you still know him? Do you still
Oh we're on top of the world let's go Your death is written on paper my heart is fueled by hatred dragging dead bodies up really steep hills
