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Look Now Look Again (Rainer Maria) · Look in Look Out (Chilliwack) · Look in Look Out (Chilliwack) · Look Out! Look Out! (Redd Holt) · Just for Kicks/Look Out!! Look Out!! (Eldee Young) · Look Now Look Again (Rainer Maria) · Garth Brooks (Garth Brooks) · The Collection: Brooks & Dunn/Hard Workin' Man (Brooks & Dunn) · A Tribute to Garth Brooks [Cleopatra] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The World's Greatest Garth Brooks Tribute (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


In my little thatched hut
Where blue green grass grows by the brook
I lounge and I look
I lounge and I look, I lounge and I look
For my own true
fucked by Hogan's Heroes
Eenie meanie miney mo you took your shot you missed
I wasn't a good boy this year I'm not on Santa's list
I gave your girl some
to leap before you look 

Surrounded by toadstools 
At the old green glen 
I'm afraid there is little 
That I can recommend 
Save all of your courage
Parody of Mama DOn't Get Dressed Up For Nothing by Brooks & Dunn (Kix Brooks/Don Cook/Ronnie Dunn, Sony/ATV Tunes L.L.C. dba Cross Keys
John the Baptizer 
By the Jordan brook 
Up comes this brood of vipers 
Just to take a look 
John says, "There's a comin' of glory 
There's
I wish I was an apple a hangin' in a tree
Wish you were another one a hangin' there by me
Wish I was a bluebird a flyin' in the sky
Wish you were
I was staring a hole through CMT
Watchin' everybody else who'd been waitin' for me
I thought by now I'd been a household name
After all I had, if
Gone fishin' Instead of just a wishin'
 
Gone fishin'. . .see him snoozin' by a brook
Gone fishin'. . .didn't even bait his hook
There's his hound
Gone fishin' Instead of just a wishin'
 
Gone fishin'. . .see him snoozin' by a brook
Gone fishin'. . .didn't even bait his hook
There's his hound
Gone fishin' Instead of just a wishin'
 
Gone fishin'. . .see him snoozin' by a brook
Gone fishin'. . .didn't even bait his hook
There's his hound
Gone fishin' Instead of just a wishin'
 
Gone fishin'. . .see him snoozin' by a brook
Gone fishin'. . .didn't even bait his hook
There's his hound
Heavied by the early morning dew

At the whispering stream, at the bubbling brook
The fishes leap up to take a look
For they are breathless over you
Heavied by the early morning dew
At the whispering stream
At the bubbling brook
The fishes leap up to take a look
For they are breathless over you
out!

I'm not gonna wait until we land in the brook
And have all the little fishies swim by and take a look
Now they're all laughing at us with
Gone fishin' Instead of just a wishin'
 
Gone fishin'. . .see him snoozin' by a brook
Gone fishin'. . .didn't even bait his hook
There's his hound
Gone fishin' Instead of just a wishin'
 
Gone fishin'. . .see him snoozin' by a brook
Gone fishin'. . .didn't even bait his hook
There's his hound
Gone fishin' Instead of just a wishin'
 
Gone fishin'. . .see him snoozin' by a brook
Gone fishin'. . .didn't even bait his hook
There's his hound
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings
In a tree by the brook
There's a songbird who sings
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiving
Ooh, it
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings
In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven

Oh,
teeth 
Down here by myself
Down here by myself

Though my paths may wind through walls of 
grapevine 
Though the trees hang ripe with fruit to eat
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)

Outside the Nashville city limits
A friend and I did drive,
On a day in early winter
I was glad to be alive.
We went
a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings
In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings
Gone fishin' Instead of just a wishin'
 
Gone fishin'. . .see him snoozin' by a brook
Gone fishin'. . .didn't even bait his hook
There's his hound
spring I'd blossom and forget 
The winter's gloom. 

If I were a brook of water 
Kissed by the frost along my borders 
Spring would make me sing 
My
when he made this land

The Lord said yes, there's a plenty on hand
But I left it down by the Rio Grande
The fact is ol' boy, the stuff is so poor
I