Lyrics:
Mrs. Callahan, is Paul Michael home
I can see the light on in his room
Mrs. Callahan, is he all alone
You say he needs to change his attitude
men
Who was lead by mighty Finn Callahan
Here we are
To bleed and die
To give our hearts
To let our souls fly
Now or never
We already gathered
Strike
bitches sandwich you
Randy Callahan busted off in
Your hand with you
What you got in your bag full of tricks?
Probably lube and a bag full of dicks
Could
Stole this beat of of K3ll again (ow shit)
Now I'm about to go ham again (let's go)
Pull a camera on a a motherfucker, call him Andrew Callahan
was oceans out of touch mhm
Now I'm drowning in the love
This was Callahan yeah
This was B and C, but B see nah won't ever land yeah
Coaching off
[Incomprehensible] town
Wanted man by the Boller Sisters
Wanted man by Kid Callahan
Hey darlin' don't you tell me you don't want me
'Cause I'm a wanted man
memory
Well where did they find you? Around the corner from Applebee
Over there by Costco, right there off the freeway
Admiral Callahan Lane, yeah!
Saint Patrick was a gentleman, he came from decent people,
In Dublin town he built a church and on it put a steeple
His father was a Callahan, his
Nellie Johnson, wanted man in this next town
Wanted man by the Boller Sisters
Wanted man by Kid Callahan
Hey Darlin' don't you tell me you don't want
Nellie Johnson, wanted man in this next town
Wanted man by the Boller Sisters
Wanted man by Kid Callahan
Hey Darlin' don't you tell me you don't want
a handsome man'
Remarks Widow Callahan
Uncle Joe and Uncle Jake
Haven't spoken since '98
Just said, 'Hello'
It's a good day to let it go
So let
heartbeat's electrical?
We feign sickness with our modern joy.
But even Western medicine,
It couldn't save Danny Callahan.
Bad bone marrow, a bald little
suit is a handsome man
Remarks widow Callahan
Uncle Joe and Uncle Jake
Haven't spoken since '88
Just said Hello
It's a good day to let it go
So
the Boller Sisters,
wanted man by Kid Callahan
Hey Darlin' don't you tell me you don't want me,
cause I'm a wanted man
A wanted man who's lost his will
CITY LIGHTS
BAILEY CALLAHAN
V1
10pm and hand me my coat
Your body's warm but New York's still cold
The world is shining in a winter haze
John Callahan
His expertise, the police at least maintain
They ride, ride, ride a three speed when
I close my heavy eyes, after a dose of day.
What if
My Kind Of Man
Bailey Callahan, Matt Hundley
V1
He was tall and lean
Leaning on his 4-door ford
And I knew I was bound to make him mine
Standing
THE DAWNING
BAILEY CALLAHAN
V1
There's a difference between the present and the future
I'll be a different girl now than a week later
The world
was born to
Pick and to sing
And I learned how to play them country blues
On Grandaddy's Harmony Monterey
My Momma's Daddy, William Joseph Callahan
Callahan Y'all be like where is that
I live a small town world, got small town dreams
I gotta small town girl and a small town team
I'm going big time world
FLIP THE COIN
BAILEY CALLAHAN
V1
There ain't no love if there's not honesty
A man's prerogative comes from his family
I tried to learn the dance but
My Great-Great-Grandaddy Callahan
Well, they say he was a street-fightin' man
Tougher'n nails, Irish as Hell, he made his money in the work camps
My
z kałacha łaku marsz na katafalk
Chcesz OneShot'a? Nagram Ci z Magnuma jak Harry Callahan
Mam zapas skillu przy nich jak Yamaha na Rajd Dakard
Nie da
Home Made
Bailey Callahan, Jared Anderson, Ryan Robinette
V1
Backwoods bonfires, howling at the moon
4th of July laying on a rusty pontoon
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