Lyrics:
swings low
On the Alamo.
Oh, she said she's gonna wait
Down by the garden gate,
On the night I said, "I love you so!",
And in all my dreams it seems
summer
With you
Hang your head low in the glow of the vending machine
I'm not dying (oh yeah, you're right, I want it)
We say that we'll just screw
Oh, well, He's so high (so high you can't get over Him)
So wide (so wide you can't get around Him)
So low (so low you can't get under him)
Great
Get thee behind me, Satan
I want to resist
But the moon is low and I can't say "no"
Get thee behind me
Get thee behind me, Satan
I mustn't be
on a T-bone steak a la carte
Flying over to the golden state
Ah when the pilot told us in thirteen minutes
He would set us at the terminal gate
Swing low
he said
"I'll wait by the garden gate"
On the night I said, "I love you so!"
And in all my dreams it seems I go
Where the moon swings low on the Alamo
searching low and high
I won't get to get what I'm after
Till the day I die
I asked Bobby Dylan
I asked The Beatles
I asked Timothy Leary
But he
on a T-bone steak a la carte
Flying over to the golden state
When the pilot told us in thirteen minutes
He would set us at the terminal gate
Swing low
Get thee behind me, Satan
I want to resist
But the moon is low and I can't say "no"
Get thee behind me
Get thee behind me, Satan
I mustn't be
your friends don't make heroes end
When you reach number eight it ain't no pearly gate
'Cause it won't satiate your growing appetite
You can ply your
searching low and high
I won't get to get what I'm after
Till the day I die
I asked Bobby Dylan
I asked The Beatles
I asked Timothy Leary
But he
searching low and high
I won't get to get what I'm after
Till the day I die
I asked Bobby Dylan
I asked The Beatles
I asked Timothy Leary
But he
on a T-bone steak a la carte
Flying over to the golden state
When the pilot told us in thirteen minutes
He would set us at the terminal gate
Swing low
Swing high, swing low
Swing to and fro
Not fast, not slow
A little swing can do more than anything else for you
Swing out, swing in
It's not
Swing high, swing low
Swing to and fro
Not fast, not slow
A little swing can do more than anything else for you
Swing out, swing in
It's not
runnin
Low battery, cold runner system
Exposure value display play play
Please on sight please on
Please on sight
Rack up my time zone
Light shine us
Talk about highs and lows
What goes up comes down you know
And I've been in a better place
A year ago at your love's embrace
I never thought
the linnets nest,
And more on the five-barred gate.
Timothy too his time to school,
But he lost it all and was late.
Timothy has a lot to do -
How shall it all
and low
Underneath the lamp post by the barrack's gate
Standing all alone every night you see her wait
She waits for the boy who marched away
Oh, well, He's so high (so high you can't get over Him)
So wide (so wide you can't get around Him)
So low (so low you can't get under him)
Great
need
You're gonna need my help someday
Well, if you can't quit your sinnin'
Please quit your low down ways.
Well, you can run down to the White
From the ancient sun to the old heart stove come the troubadours
From the city gates to the castle walls it's the troubadours
On a sunlit day it
One evening when the sun was low
My brown eyes whispered, "I must go."
Not one second would she wait.
She kissed my cheek and left my gate
searching low and high
I won't get to get what I'm after
Till the day I die
I asked Bobby Dylan
I asked The Beatles
I asked Timothy Leary
But he
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