Lyrics:
korább',
soha nem felejtem, s éneklem, éltetem tovább.
Ne félts hát, nekem így is szép a dal,
Újra lesz aki ért és vigasztal.
Aki jó és megbecsül,
S a fülembe súg, hogy mennyit ér,
Feladni mindent, hogy szabadon éljek,
Hát kérlek ne félts,
Legyél a jel és a változás,
Nehéz így szállni már
love John Hurt?
Did you shake is hand?
Did you hear him play his "Candyman"?
And in a straight-back chair
With his felt hat on
He tickled our fancies
(Hum-de-dumb-de-dum)
So tilt that felt hat to the side
Thrift store 3 for .99
Gonna get me one
Gonna get me one
(And Get it every night)
Strong
hard to beat
As the stranger knew then the toughest two by far were where he sat
Was a pot belly fellow from south Alabama and a dude in a black felt
strong
He wears an old felt hat on his head
Got a saddle for a pillow, and the ground for a bed
Spurs on his heels, reins in his hands
Drivin' cattle,
hard to beat
As the stranger knew then the toughest two by far were where he sat
Was a pot belly fellow from south Alabama and a dude in a black felt
Black pencil mustache, and of course a very wide bim black felt hat. Killer Joe always has a pocket full of loot, but only the kind that jingels, see he
on the road again
With my fiddle snuggled close beneath my arm
[Chorus]
I've a fine, felt hat
And a strong pair of brogues
I have rosin in my pocket for
Black pencil mustache, and of course a very wide bim black felt hat. Killer Joe always has a pocket full of loot, but only the kind that jingels, see he
kérdezősködő
Hónap végére pénzzel küszködő
De éltem életem, vígan édesen
Nem hallgattam el soha a nézetem
Félt a halálraítélt, a hóhér hát zenélt
A szél
Góliát
Vadul ócsárolta szép hazánk.
Döntő harcra hívta ki népünk fiait.
Ám e párbaj biztos vég, félt hát mindenki.
Egy, csak egy legény állt ki
why don't you just take a look around and tell me what you see.
Well I saw a lot of white-felt Stetson hats and gator-skin boots, you know
And every
and Santa Clause too
Panda looking so handsome and sharp
With his felt hat tilted to one side
Wore those little short pants to look the part
He always was
looking so handsome and sharp
With his felt hat tilted to one side
Wore those little short pants to look the part
Always was proud nothing he would hide
I did not understand
But I could feel the tension; I've always understood that
And then I heard, "Sold! To the man in the black felt hat!"
Oh, he'd
Underneath the felt hat, that runs down her back. Up and back
She's the little girl who sits up on the hill in the night.
Talking to the stars asking if she's
hard to beat
As the stranger knew then the toughest two by far were where he sat
Was a pot belly fellow from south Alabama and a dude in a black felt
and red
In a blue felt hat, looking ahead
As I make my way, in the sun
Know that I miss you, and everyone
Almost there
Brave the frigid waters of the mind
Cadillac
Stetson boots and a black felt hat
I'll be waiting for him to take me by the hand
We're gonna dance like we've never danced
I've been waiting for
I got a look that’s killer, just like the hawk
I wear my funky felt hat, and my purple boots so high
No time left for worry, it's time to amplify
understands
Sing out!
There’s a grey, felt hat
The song comes from under that
Her voice is muffled by jeans
Her words unheard
Her ideas unseen
Yet it
a lean
Pearl Snaps with a gleam
Felt hat kinda clean
No dirt on the jeans
One liners and a jabber jaw
Quick smirk and she rolls em off
Looking cute
in Texas
All the cowboys and cowgirls start to switch out their clothes
Box up the felt hats there's no need for those
It'll be short sleeves
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