Search results for 'Virgie'

Here's a song called Virgie
That I wrote for aunt Virgie Haughs
And I dedicate it to her husband, to her children
And the countless people that loved

reckon we were heathens
But in her eyes we were saints
Now you're calling all the boys home
As heavens angels carry her away
I will follow you to Virgie

and some felas change the laces starch the creases on my khakis shout out mr. dickie Virgie king she kept the admin up off me shooting dice up in

wouldn't lead me to Virgie
And I could be a memory
But Jesus had plans for my destiny
I'm a testimony of what could've been, could've been
Thank God that He

stepped in to transfer
Virgie led through the dirt
Taught a lot with few words
Made it out thanks to her
Still no guide through the hurt
Rode the fence, him

folks (uh-huh)
Virgie Sam, that's folks (uh-huh)
Arnie and Devon, that's folks (uh-huh)
Kim and Peanut, that's folks (uh-huh)
Ron and Tim, that's