Lyrics:
Forward, backward, inward, outward Come and join the chase! Nothing could be drier Than a jolly caucus-race. Backward, forward, outward, inward
A dollar in the drier And it ain't dry yet If you wear clothes, you got to pay the dues Sing the all night Laundry Mat blues Yes you do Sing
gold out of their mines, the girls are soaking wet No tongue's drier than mine, I'll come when I get back I'm back in the saddle again I'm back I'm
gold out of their mines, the girls are soaking wet No tongue's drier than mine, I'll come when I get back! I'm back in the saddle again I'm back!
Drier than dry is the sight of my eyes Drier than dry is the sight of my eyes Drier than dry The smell of flowers Made me cry But there were no
now I know why. And I'll substantiate the rumor that the English sense of humor is drier than the Texas sand. You can put up your dukes, and you
gold out of their mines, the girls are soaking wet No tongue's drier than mine, I'll come when I get back I'm back in the saddle again I'm back!
and all day Well, hold your hand up higher So the drummer won't tire Hold it up a little higher Set the building on fire My throat is gettin' drier So you
one sign And it's getting less When you're wet You're getting drier You used to speak the truth But now you're liar You used to speak the truth
It's all I desire It's not like I wanted Drier water or colder fire I don't want to rule the world I don't want to rule the world The world is so grey
When my way growth drier precious Lord linger near when my life is almost gone Hear my cry hear my call hold my hand last I fall Take my hand
My skin is White as parchment Drier than a downtown office building Where the air is tight There's time spent Resting on her bones Waiting for
the payments on the place in Morro Bay The moneylenders on me in the Santa Ana wind I was higher and drier Higher and drier Higher and drier Than I’d ever been
of those days I lost one of my socks in the drier I can't find my wallet and my hair is on fire Just one of those days It's just one of those days I
know why and I'll substantiate the rumor that the English sense of humor Is drier than the Texas sand You can put up your dukes or you can bet your boots
(Hofstede/Kloet/Stips - Hofstede) Here comes the replay of an old dream I was dreaming when I was a small boy Turn around Turn around I'm in a drier
Forward, backward, inward, outward Come and join the chase Nothing could be drier Than a jolly caucus race Backward, forward, outward, inward Bottom
Forward, backward, inward, outward Come and join the chase! Nothing could be drier Than a jolly caucus-race. Backward, forward, outward, inward
mine? Show me your face Did you cross the line? Show me your eyes They any drier than mine? Your soul survives But peace, you'll never find
sound of grows drier. Everything is quiet. But the song that keeps me sane. I can hear you're voice, Echo in my voice softly. I can feel your
dismission, everything I ever thought of, it came to fruition King of the transition We never switchin', peep the acquisition, no omission Your lyrics drier
the moon bleed through the window Draping over naked bodies We're killing time Trying to love What we can't find But who does? A drier heat than we
Fear not, fight and save them all All their tears will seem drier soon From a fall comes a feeling of salvation When our time is slipping away I
leave But I see And I believe There is a girl out with the tide Empty as the sky I see you Dead to the world, frozen inside Drier than an eye
Discuss these drier Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In