I lay my head on your thighs And close my eyes And think of All of our days Fast moving months They pass us by For me things take time To seep in, into
Distant country My share of the estate Poison Stomach Is filled with Pig pods No longer worthy To be called your son But papa runs to me And in his
I got no sense of time The second hand slaps Me, oh, so silly And insults my character now For I like my Mood to lead me I walk into your room Prepared
Till the end of me I'm gonna make you my priority This coming holiday I'm gonna make you my priority Love the things you buy I'm gonna make you my priority
Come on Come on Come on Come on When life's got your goat now By his tail and by his goat throat Lighten up and gather All those cares, all your snares
I recall the day when I was in thee Thee womb, I could hear you so soon I will see your face I liked to play alone Never ever all alone My first day
Kids are pushing kids Kids are pushing kids On down Till they all hit ground Parents, pick your brats up At the lost and found I have given up, but
Thank you For lending me your hand For sharing time today For giving that idea That made It a nice and easy day So saying now thank you For setting
Rowing, ringing, cares a flinging As we ride this boat of hide All eagle-eyed and dignified Down the river, across the great divide Words beside at the
Before our time, upon a noun There stood still a ship Standing proud She tows lines, transforms words To be more than they are When they are alone on
don't know. I'll go. Write to me. It's easier. Danielson. What have you done? Danielson. All of my friends. You've changed some. But now you're better. Danielson
Well the Devil went down to Georgia He was lookin' for a soul to steal He was in a bind 'cause he was way behind And he was willin' to make a deal When
Jack Daniels if you please knock me to my knees Your the only friend there's has ever been that didn't do me wrong Jack Daniels if you please knock me
We'll the eagle's been flying slow and the flag's been flying low And a lot of people's saying that America's fixing to fall But speaking just for me
The pressure these days isn?t easy so they say, If you?re trying to get through this world. And if you?re gonna make it, Then you?ve got to live in a
Me and my buddy got us a wild hair And figured we wanted to go somewhere So we loaded up in my ragtop Chevrolet We had a little bit of money and a whole
Come all ye young cowboys and listen to me And don't waste your life on that ol' hanging tree And don't think that size ever makes man small You find
Every time I hear a fiddle and it's cookin' just a little Well, it makes me want to jump up and run And if he's sawing with some soul boogie woogie rock
