Lyrics:
Saving all the waitresses 'cause they've all got longing in their eyes,
The little acorn becomes the mighty oak
The oak throws its seeds into
there
All hanging on an oak tree
On an oak tree?
Daisy Bo Peep has lost her sheep
And doesn't know where to find them
Leave them alone,
fly
Where do the rivers run? where do the rivers flow?
We're all going to die of thirst if we don't know where the rivers go
Oak in the forest O my O
Light pouring in through every slot
Should I take this slow?
They say great oaks from little acorns grow
And now I know
My broken home, all it
Oh, Rock-a-bye, Rock-a-bye
Rock-a-bye my baby
When you were a little baby on my knee
Rock-a-bye, Rock-a-bye
Under the shade of a big oak tree
hotel bie de vlieger
30 graden butten
airco en
mini bar
en ge mist mie echt nie
al zegdje van wel
an de tillefong
oak belle
djillu met n tv
ge wit
And the Rowan is the sheltering tree
The willow is the weeping tree
And the Oak is waiting
The fire burns and it makes this home
Built around these seasoned bones
with egg yolks and get soaked
And she said can you teach me to cope
The pearls from the oldest oaks flows are dope and nope
I ain't got the antidote
He comes home with a month of pay
And sticks a full half in the old oak tree
So that every night he passed that way
He could take some to his darlin
When I die will you put me
Under the earth under the oak trees
And if I die before the sun rises
I'll be just fine right where I am
Cause I know
A day will rise
A day like none before
Something that is
Tomorrow will be no more
Oak that starts cracking
May heal over time
Oak that starts
to touch the green, green grass of home
The old house is still standing
Though the paint is cracked and dry
And there's that old oak tree that I used
to touch the green
Green grass of home
The old house is still standing tho´
The paint is cracked and dry
And there´s that old oak tree
That I used to play
A wise old owl lived in an oak
The more he saw the less he spoke
The less he spoke the more he heard.
Why can't we all be like that wise old bird?
Stops breath to behold em
Bent dead live oak trees
Like marching men broken
Way he climbed calvary
Blessed assurance
What a voice you had Lee
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
The old house is still standing
Though the paint is cracked and dry
And there's that old oak tree that
My default is faulty
Trying to change in full flight
I can't see no future
Can't see no end in sight
Turn bad into good
Burn oak for firewood
We
flipping my lid
I'm a country kid
There's nothing in the world
That can compare
To climbing up a big oak tree
A-riding my bike
Down a shady lane
The country
This band played at the Oak Theater
About eight hundred people were at the show
The jam session was awesome
The rock show whupped a rhino's ass
[Chorus: x2]
Everything is A-OK (yep)
Because I’m strong as an O-A-K (an Oak!)
But money don’t grow on trees
And I’m B-R-O-K-E (Broke!)
Them
It's still heavy as hell
When it's good
And I do like the road
But I'd be better at home
I will pine for the oak streets
And pine for the cedars
There's an old Spanish oak
Bent over a country road
If it could tell all that it knows
Of the hand-carved heart
Once two lovers slept in
Man, you got a problem Nick
(Nah you got a problem Oak)
[Repeat: x2]
You gotta stop smokin' weed in the morning Nick
You really gotta stop
On a hillside in the meadows
By the old copse ring of oaks
They lay down there as lovers
But no words of love were spoke
They had drunken
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