Lyrics:
live I will be remade
The sand is like a razor
Slashing at my face
Everyone's in panic but you can't see any place
It's a sand storm, taken by
Good evening
I'm reporting live from Sunset Boulevard
Where many excited fans have gathered with candles
Awaiting the much anticipated release
Good Evening
I'm reporting live from Sunset Boulevard
Where many excited fans have gathered with candles
Awaiting the much anticipated release,
Yeah, what you critics said would never happen
We dedicate this album to anybody people said couldn't make it
To the fans that held us down 'til
lady-o
And the people in the town
They would not look round
To see me go running-o
On the trail of the Enchanted Gypsy-o
His caravan
Was painted by hand
Yeah, what you critics said would never happen
We dedicate this album to anybody people said couldn't make it
To the fans that held us down 'til
Yeah, what you critics said would never happen
We dedicate this album to anybody people said couldn't make it
To the fans that held us down 'til
need to give, I need to live
For the world is slowly turning
And the lights of love are burning in my eyes
Caravans, oh my soul is on the run
releases:
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Three little pigs of Green Jelly
It's Cloudly Now Album of Aviv Gefen (Hebrew)
What's up? of 4 NON BLONDES
a REAL live one
Across the street from the
Kensington Market in London
"Peaches En Regalia" That's one of six
Rock 'n roll concertos from an
Album called Hot Rats hot
live I will be remade
The sand is like a razor
Slashing at my face
Everyone's in panic but you can't see any place
It's a sand storm, taken by
I don't think any Christmas album would be complete
Without telling, in song, the most beautiful and inspiring story ever told
The story
This song appears on two albums, and was first released on the It's About Time album, and has also been released on the Country Classics album
motherfuckers up when we pass by
Until I die, live the life of a boss player, 'cause even when I'm high
Fuck with me and get crossed later, the futures in my
letters
Written by my true love's hand
[Go and bring them to me sister
Read them o'er for me tonight
I have often tried but I could not
For the tears that
damn, toting two pistols like Yosemite Sam
Old man be grand, loud as the Southern band
Pickups and caravans, the soldier, that could, that can
I would
And show my heart the warmth of love
Long, long ago days were empty life was oh such a slow caravan
But now that you're here how the hours tumble by
motherfuckers up when we pass by
Until I die, live the life of a boss player, 'cause even when I'm high
Fuck with me and get crossed later, the futures in my
I need to give, I need to live
For the world is slowly turning
And the lights of love are burning in my eyes
CHORUS :
Caravans, oh
of an endless sky
Cold silver satellites, ghostly caravans passin' by
Galaxies unfoldin', new world's bein' born
Pilgrims and prodigals creepin' toward
Loyal fans and newfound followers
Whassup y'all? Hello how are you doin out there?
You're chillin I'm winnin
Oh by the way the album's out go get
ask that Jesus come to my life
And be my Lord and Savior
I receive Jesus to take control of my life
And that I may live for him from this day forth
I don't wanna live no more
Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door
I'm livin' every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
Another
Lyrics by Jimmy Buffett
Music by Buffett, Kunkel, Guth, P. Mayer, J. Mayer
I'm a cultural infidel, painting in the dark
I'm a cultural infidel,
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