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even bring a flood to the sand She a boss (She a boss) I'm the man (I'm the man) That's a combo that you might not understand It's a woodbine ting, It's
I'm on that long long road to Woodbine Valley where a broken heart can go I've heard a heart can heal there in that valley where the warm breezes
to lament. The night fast approaching to the woods he resorted With woodbine and ivy his bed for to make There he dreamt about sighing lamenting and crying
Seberg seemed So full of life, but in those eyes such troubled dreams. Poor little Jean.Woodbine Willie couldn't rest until he'd Given every bloke
fortnight He's aff tae warmer climes Wi fehv woodbine Wi fehv woodbine Drinkin crème de menthol An aye chasin efter quines Dressed tae the 9's Dressed tae
Can’t Get Right Call him Bokeem Colum Woodbine Life’s big old box of chocolates Ain’t no telling what you will find And you will climb Mountains valleys
When I was three, I watched Queen air a rhapsody on a black and white TV Grandpa drank Courage and smoked a Woodbine Sat with my aunt, uncle and me
went home and listened to Jimmie Rodgers in my lunch-break Bought five Woodbines at the shop on the corner And went straight back to work. Oh, Sam
home and listened to Jimmie Rodgers in my lunch break Bought five Woodbines at the shop on the corner And went straight back to work Oh, Sam was up
door, Thro' the woodbine whose fragrance Shall cheer me no more. Home, home, sweet sweet home, There's no place like home, There's no place like
a clear flowing fountain With bread and cold water he himself did refresh With the night fast approaching, to the woods he resorted With woodbine and ivy
stay true That shit will hurt you like a K do Being crossed by your homie, wow, he ain't the same dude I'm bent off good wine, like Bokeem Woodbine
sheets Chasin down the avaenue After a childhood that she never knew Choking on woodbine Cigarettes just kill the time Now the walls are crawling
the Ripper and Upton Park Gracie, Cilla, Maxy Miller, Petula Clark Winkles, Woodbines, Walnut Whips Vera Lynn and Stafford Cripps Lady Chatterley, Muffin
to Woodbine But I just couldn't find poor ol' Sloan [Chorus] From Fiscus to Jacksonville, Quick to Correctionville Looked like the end for old Sloan Poor ol'
ever come Would the dawn ever kiss me, forgiven me, knowing what's done Would the drivel make scribble make sense and then song Would the woodbines
ever come Would the dawn ever kiss me, forgiven me, knowing what's done Would the drivel make scribble make sense and then song Would the woodbines
a clear flowing fountain With bread and cold water he himself did refresh With the night fast approaching, to the woods he resorted With woodbine and ivy
A rumble without a warning. Woodbines and a bottle of wine, And no school in the morning. Hot stuff, we acted so tough, We knew how to take a heed.
the fucking love Ukrain girl is really hot Smoking my woodbine Watching the moonlight Your level is too high Your level is too high This accord is too low
from the shires And one or two are Gravel Walk With Woodbines and guitars And it's our lousy hops Pick 'em up all off the ground Our lousy hops we pick
on Woodbine Play stupid games win a stupid prize No I never had you to myself You were the one thing my self control could never help For some reason this don't
than boxes because of your crime Me and the squad, on woodbine avenue Knife in field of view Next thing you know, some plebs jumping us But we aren't
This is the story, the song that I sing just like Satan who fell like lightning We were fallen in our natural life Bokeem Woodbine We just can't get
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