She's a girl who likes her living Never tired of always giving Faceless men pay for the pleasure And the nights go on and on Walking the street For a
Maybe it was the music Or that heavenly sky of blue Maybe it was the mood I was in Or maybe it was really you, really you This heart of mine was doing
(P. Sawyer/L. Burton) Yeah! I admit you've got the biggest brown eyes And you know how to part your lips to tantalize, sure You can get any man you want
Lord, yeah, yeah, yeah Sad story, baby Every word is true Got to get you off my mind Well, I know it's just a matter of time You found somebody new Our
Now brothers and sisters gathered here today I got something I want to share with you Now let me warn you, it's a sad, sad story But I swear every word
Like rubbing sticks together heats up the stone You unveil emotions like strikin' gold We could believe it's just a short road Or we could take it just
Whoa, hearts are gonna roll Whoa, hearts are gonna roll The place is smokin', the music so loud Our hungry eyes connect through the crowd I watch you
' ran a pistol every day Cut down a man on a free state line Should've seen Johnny Hart gettin' away, oh Lord, See Johnny Hart gettin' away Johnny Hart
Let us pause in life's pleasures and count its many tears While we all sup sorrow with the poor There's a song that will linger forever in our ears Oh
(Neil Young) I want to live, I want to give I've been a miner for a heart of gold. It's these expressions I never give That keep me searching for a heart
From the backdoor of your life you swept me out dear In the bread line of your dreams I lost my place At the table of your love I got the brush off At
Johnny Moon Dreams in class Answers the question before it's asked You can see Johnny but he's not here Nobody saw Johnny disappear Mother says his mama
(instrumental)
Chloe, I know this is impossible I've been checking my cards I've been shouting out at calendars and grace I know this is impossible I've been wasting
Si mon coeur etait plus grand, pour eux j'irai chercher du temps. Et si mon coeur etait plus blanc, je me retournerais moins amerement. Si mon coeur etait
J'ai laisse mourir mes motos Dans un coin sombre de ma memoire Avec mes violences de star Et mes chimeres de chateau Je hais les bouteilles que j'ai
Oversættelse: Johnny Cash. Cold, Cold Heart.
Oversættelse: Johnny Clegg. Take My Heart Away.