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Your Own, Your Very Own (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Make Way For Willie Nelson/My Own Peculiar Way (Willie Nelson) · Go Your Own Way [Bonus Tracks] (Gareth Gates) · Find Your Own Way Home (REO Speedwagon) · Find Your Own Way Home [CD/DVD] [Bonus Tracks] (REO Speedwagon) · Go Your Own Way (Karl Wolf) · Go Your Own Way (Karl Wolf) · Go Your Own Way: Live 1977 (Fleetwood Mac) · Go Your Own Way EP (Seaweed) · Go Your Own Way [Bonus CD] (Gareth Gates) – and 90 other albums »


Tried to make it little by little
Tried to make it bit by bit on my own.
Quit the job, the grey believers
Another town where I get close
Tried to make it little by little
Tried to make it bit by bit on my own.
Quit the job, the grey believers
Another town where I get close
Tried to make it little by little
Tried to make it bit by bit on my own
Quit the job the grey believers
Another town where I get close to the bone
And by around about a quarter to six
You found a different way to get your kicks
Up on the real big dipper where you tried an few new tricks
Big dipper
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Tried to make it little by little
Tried to make it bit by bit on my own
Quit the job the gray believers
Another town where I
when life gets a little hard
You gotta gotta ooo make your own way
Sometimes you gotta make your own way
Here we go

Ooo, sing it for 'em now, yeah
My little dish in that panhandle
Lights up like a Roman Candle
When I reach that west Texas town
Ah, sing it Dean

From Big Spring all the way
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Tried to make it little by little
Tried to make it bit by bit on my own
Quit the job the gray believers
Another town where I
old enough to make up her own mind
She's got sense enough to know, yeh
Wether she wants to be mine
Keep your big mouth shut
Keep your big mouth shut
dance real funky and the band plays like a jungle fire
Circus town's on the live wire

And the strong man Samson lifts the midget, little Tiny Tim, way
Sussana Little

Sussana Little

Gone ?fore I ever arrived

Questions that stream through my own Creek blood

The odyssey of your life
anything about
I tell her, Darling, if you don't like it here
Go back to your own miserable country

It's Christmas in Cape Town but it ain't the same
little boy sang
She knew he could be someone special
Mama cried 'cause the way that it was
He would only be wasted away

Then his mama would pray
-o

Well, the fox he came to his own den
There were the little ones, eight, nine, ten
Saying Daddy you better go back again
Cause it must be a mighty fine
-o

Well, the fox he came to his own den
There were the little ones, eight, nine, ten
Saying Daddy you better go back again
'Cause it must be a mighty fine
-o

Well, the fox he came to his own den
There were the little ones, eight, nine, ten
Saying Daddy you better go back again
'Cause it must be a mighty fine
dance real funky and the band plays like a jungle fire
Circus town's on the live wire

And the strong man Samson lifts the midget, little Tiny Tim, way
-o

Well, the fox he came to his own den
There were the little ones, eight, nine, ten
Saying Daddy you better go back again
Cause it must be a mighty fine
-o

Well, the fox he came to his own den
There were the little ones, eight, nine, ten
Saying Daddy you better go back again
'Cause it must be a mighty fine
-o

Well, the fox he came to his own den
There were the little ones, eight, nine, ten
Saying Daddy you better go back again
'Cause it must be a mighty fine
in a great big town
I'm a single girl and I get so tired of love letting me down
But there's a man I've yet to know
Waiting somewhere I've yet to go
blow
Come on big man get a movin' you got a long way to go
Just like a big river big man you gotta move on and on
Take your money keep your dough
-o

Well, the fox he came to his own den
There were the little ones, eight, nine, ten
Saying Daddy you better go back again
'Cause it must be a mighty fine
Big nothing. 
He stood in the road outside of town 
With a broken clockwork toy in his hand. 
A graveyard for childish dreams in his palm
England swings like a pendulum do 
Bobbies on bicycles, two by two 
Westminster Abbey, the tower of Big Ben 
The rosy red cheeks of the little