mile or two off, And they came to a fair at Killaley. And there she was sold for four guineas of gold To the clerk of the parish, John Daley. And they
you believe me, I'll never do it again, oh what a fool I am, Don't walk away, girl I'll never do it again. I started working on an old song for Rosie
thanks for my good arm and thanks for my luck And thanks that I'm still fit and young But thanks most of all for them old bulls that buck For my dad and
(Hey) And a case of whiskey and drive down to Texas (Hey, you know you really are an asshole) Why don't you just shut-up and sing the song pal I'm an
's the best release and get some rest Carrie don't wait up for me the brakeman's going West [Chorus] In this room all alone I dream of you In this drawer
tonight he said "Let me guess - John, Paul, George and Ringo, am I right? Take a look around you, Buddy, don't you know where you are? You can'
dim And divide stretch for miles Making track marks across What veins fail to carry You should have taken my keys While my hands were shaking You could
these blues If it don't work for you, girl put it off your mind If you drink anew from the well you find the bottom line A fancy woman told me "John, you
They rush him into somewhere He's dancing in his chains And the traitor's melancholy Feeling out of place And he will have to dig For miles underground
what's on the other side But life ain't no easy freeway Just some gravel on the road You pay for ev'ry mile you go And you spraed some dust around But
you go And I know what lies beyond each bend Old train, each time you pass You're older than the last And it seems I'm too old for running I hear your
Yo, (here we go, come on) Greetings to you all (here we go, come on) We came millions of miles to be here with you tonight (here we go, come on) And we
with a contributor's wife, who is nervous and a little stiff) Don't you think that's pretty music? This song sure makes you smile. Shame you don't visit
don't snitch So if you can't tell, I'm prepared for '06 About to OD, anybody that know me Can tell you I'm bout to make shit feel like it's '03 More
Poupon, In a swimming pool about one mile long, With speakers underwater, Playing this song Man, whatcha doin? Don't ya know that, money cant Buy you love? It cant make you
superdome Lucy, gimmie the dope (What make you think that you could do all the miles you can) ? After you drive in my car, car What you gonna do when your oil's Mexican OPEC boys, you