Lyrics:
Sittin' in my F-350
I know where to park, way out in the dark
Where the stars shine down so pretty
Got the keys to the gate to the Johnson's Lake
Down at Johnson's Creek
The trees grow tall
Like a man who feeds his soul on Your word
And I can look in the water
I can see the stars fall
Sweet water, hidden river
Flows right by my place
Life is slow, fishin's good
That's how I spend my days
I've got a sun-browned local lady
She hails
If highways were dirt roads
And streetlights were stars
Mustangs were horses
I'd walk outta this bar
A cigarette and a Stetson
And whiskey in my
And he cares no more for me
Oh when the dark is on the mountain
And all the world has gone to sleep
I will go down to the cold dark waters
And there I'll
the palms of your touch
In a world of dark distractions
It can all get too much
So let's sit by an English river
'Til the water runs dry
Can we light
Have you heard of the ship called the good Reuben James? Run by hard fighting men both of honor and of fame.
She flew the Stars and Stripes
qualified to retrieve
The soul's enduring song?
From the grottos of her eyes
And the clashing stars
E. A. Poe
And Johnny Johnson
If you dial in
the palms of your touch
In a world of dark distractions
It can all get too much
So let's sit by an English river
'Til the water runs dry
Can we light
When you saw the evening star
Shining in the freezing sky
I saw somthing dark and silent passing by
Full moon
Deep grass
Cold water
When you said
My troublin' mind tonight is drifting
To a cottage far away
And as restless cattle wander
I can hear a sweet voice say.
"You are leaving, Jack, your
of this?
The makings of the perfect bitch
A ghoul at night, I roll like Jack the Ripper trying to choose my wife
I need a ass of a stripper, fat lipper
the bright morning star
I dreamed I was by friends all put abandoned
I dreamed I was alone but for my scars
And blinded by the tears that fell like water
No
The makings of a perfect bitch
A ghoul at night
I role like Jack the Ripper
Trying to choose my wife
I need a ass of a stripper, fat lipper
Mad niggas in this
heart raced, better get back soon
Roos bouncing by, night starts to fall
Jack's feeling tense, shadows growing tall
Eyes in the dark, whispers drawing
Falling Stars by Keri Johnson
Falling starlight to dust
now we're breathing as one
Lights are dancing above
as we orbit the sun
Underneath
from nowhere out on the desert sand
One Eyed Jack the trader hold some turquoise in his hand
By his side sat Running Elk his longtime Indian friend
He
Have you heard of the ship, called the good Reuben James,
Run by hard fighting men, both of honor and fame,
She flew the stars and stripes for
water
And we're standing in a thunder cloud
Dark as your hair
Dark as your hair
there look darker
Dark tint on my soo-woo red charger
The niggas round me drink lean not water
I could never hold a job down like my father
But I could
and white and
Andy says something to you
Jack Johnson straddling Reno, Nevada like
She says "I forget myself sometimes too"
Out past the doorways
Twas a dark day in Dallas, November '63
A day that will live on in infamy
President Kennedy was a-ridin' high
Good day to be livin' and a good day
Like water from our well
And the moon above the sighing trees
The scented woods as well
We just served out our notice and resigned
I'll keep this with
in the water
And never get wet
If you keep on doin' that rag
One eyed jacks and the deuces are wild
The aces are crawling up and down your sleeve
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