COLD COFFEE MORNING Writers Bill Anderson, Jon Randall RECORDED BY JOHN RANDALL G C G The saddest face I've ever shaved is staring back at me My eyes
written Jon Randall / Bill Andersen From Jon Randall "Cold Coffee Morning" Elektra / Asylum Records 1999 Mr Bubba Music Inc (BMI) Sony / ATV Songs LLC
Oversættelse: Bill Anderson. Kolde Kaffe Morning.
written by John Randall / Billy Lawson Jon Randall - vocals/acoustic guitar Lorrie Morgan - harmony From John Randall "Cold Coffee Morning" I use to
Written by Madeline Stone / Sam Lorber / Dennis Matkosky Lorrie Morgan - duet vocal From Jon Randall "Cold Coffee Morning" Unreleased CD Elektra / Asylum
written by Kevin Welch / John Hadley From Jon Randall "Cold Coffee Morning" Elektra / Asylum Records 1999 Sony / ATV Songs LLC TREE (BMI) Jon Randall
by Rodney Crowell / Beth Nielsen Chapman From Jon Randall "Cold Coffee Morning" Unreleased CD Elektra / Asylum Records 1999 She close that door She
written by Paul Kennerly / Marty Stuart From Jon Randall "Cold Coffee Morning" Elektra / Asylum Records 1999 Irving Music / Little March Music / Songs
by Jon Randall / Rodney Crowell / Kevin Montgomery From Jon Randall "Cold Coffee Morning" Unreleased CD Elektra / Asylum Records 1999 This old road
written Mark Marchett / Stephanie Jones From Jon Randall "Cold Coffee Morning" Elektra / Asylum Records 1999 Sony / ATV Songs LLC Tree (BMI) Two thousand
Morning's hard coffee's cold Pretending that the days mean more than getting old Stale headlines, others drenched in pride Marching to their drum with
push me baby, cause I'm moaning low Well I know a little something you won't ever know Don't you touch hard liquor, just a cup of cold coffee Gotta get up in the morning
dad were still in love, in 1979. It was a good, good year. In the morning, Robin always woke up early in the kitchen, She'd make the coffee, pack his
Pulling Out Of Ricardo and the Dusk Is Falling Fast --------------------------------------------------- Six Hours To Lousiana, Black Coffee Going Cold
world, smoke from the purple world The killer murder world, hamburger murder world Open twenty-four hours, all about them dollars Pretty poison, devoid choices Cold coffee
you silent If you had a thought now you can't find it You take a long draw on your smoke And taste your coffee growing cold She didn't beg and she
: just tea. Which do you want, coffee or tea? John: tea. Yoko: tea. John: two tea's please. Yeah, 902 and some toast. Yeah, brown toast. Good morning
