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Giorgio Armani Presenta: Musica per il Cinema (Ennio Morricone) · Philip Oakey & Giorgio Moroder [Bonus Tracks] (Giorgio Moroder) · Philip Oakey & Giorgio Moroder (Giorgio Moroder) · Live in San Giorgio (Amanda Carr) · Giorgio Gaslini Bets on Gaetano Riccobono (Giorgio Gaslini) · Giorgio Li Calzi (Giorgio Li Calzi) · Best of Giorgio Moroder (Giorgio Moroder) · John Cougar, John Deere, John 3:16 (Keith Urban) · Yes, Yes, Nonet (Lee Konitz) · Yes, Then Yes (Nelson Rangell) – and 90 other albums »


the soft southern winds in the live oak trees
And those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me
Hank and Tennessee
I guess we’re all gonna be what we’re
can still hear the soft Southern winds in the live oak trees
And those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me
Hank and Tennessee
I guess we're all
still hear the soft southern winds in the live oak trees
And those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me Hank and Tennessee
I guess we're all gonna
can still hear the soft Southern winds in the live oak trees
And those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me
Hank and Tennessee
I guess we're all
"Louise, is the Reverend hard to please?"
"You're telling me!"
"Perhaps, sir, if it's not too late.
We could interest you in our Staffordshire plate?"
supposed to work all the time.

Julie Anne said John Henry I love you
Poor Selma said John Henry you're my man
Ruby said I'm gonna cook ye up some greens
necks in a noose

Martyrs of freedom, freedom condemned
But Jah Jah cut them loose. Hen heh
Prophesised that, we would suffer by
Those who think
Words and music by Hank Williams, Sr.
We met in the springtime when blossoms unfold
The pastures were green and the meadows were gold
Our love was in
a big fall
I think we're headed for a bad time

I'm going to go downstairs
And sit in that chair you like

I want to put a John Prine record on
Yes
Let him take it out in the
Let him take it out in, the west
We're goin' to top of Smokey Mountain
That's where the eagle builds his nest

Now, I'll see
that hold sweet William to her breast

I wish that it were true our family includes you
Even though you're warped and unattractive
I see I've made
I'd rather be
Yes-It's always Australia for me

Live-Love knowing that we're all free
Know that we are blessed in our country
And realize how lucky we
He is one of your sailor lads
John Barbour is his name.

Now if John Barbour is his name,
A lowly sailor man is he,
If John Barbour is his name,
on over 'cause were having a party
We lighting up the sky with the burning star
Throw your hands in the air, if you know who you are
'Cause we jumpin'
'round my window
Young leaves that the wind blows
Yes, it's springtime, golden sunshine
And we're glad, my little love and I
Now that summertime is
through 
And what do we do 
When we're all dressed up and in the mood 
We step
To what
A steppers groove 
Where do we go soon as the weekend gets here
through 
And what do we do 
When we're all dressed up and in the mood 
We step
To what
A steppers groove 
Where do we go soon as the weekend gets here
And it doesn't matter what we're drinking, the ocean brings the flavor through,
And if none of this is fancy, the love is always straight and true.
don't get fed up
My people rise, my people fight
My people do alright
My people walk with pride and
We're marchin' side by side and
My people laugh,
Crazy Drazy, ?(Abe Blitz and Tea)?
'Cause we're

(Chorus)
Jussumen that's on the mic...

Diggity yes, back up, I just come like Shaka
Zulu, I pop like
towards the garden 
Then John ran on ahead 
We found the stone and empty tomb 
Just the way that Mary said 
But the winding sheet they wrapped Him in
the famous and the fighting
Did you hear the prophet tell his tale
 
We are one when dancing with the mountains
We are one when singing in the wind
We are
'round my window
Young leaves that the wind blows
Yes, it's springtime, golden sunshine
And we're glad, my little love and I
Now that summertime is
Well oh well I feel I'm in decay
John Laws is on the air again
It's heavy traffic, jacarandas, eye in the sky and foot on ground
I see a million
(Love him, yes, we love him)
Love me, yes, we love him

Our thoughts are hot and crazed
Our brains are webbed in haze
Of mindless senseless daze