Lyrics:
papa he'e nalu
Flyin' by on the Hawaiian roller coaster ride
A wiki wiki mai lohi lohi
La we mai iko papa he na lu
Pi'I na nalu la lahalaha
O
can cling to a ramblin' rose?
Your Cheatin' Heart
(Hank Williams)
Your cheatin' heart
Will make you weep
You'll cry and cry
You'll try to sleep.
But
Recorded by hank williams, sr.
Words and music by jenkins
[g] a prodigal son once [c] strayed from his [g] father
To travel a land of [a] hunger
we strolled that golden sand
Two sweethearts and the summer wind
Like painted kites
Those days and nights they went flyin' by
The world was new
Tryin' hard now, it's so hard now
Tryin' hard now, Rocky power by the hour
Pumpin' iron God ya know he's tryin'
Every nerve a wire sweatin' blood, like
Strange, strange days inside
My mind is daily changin
And it's charged by
The shifting tones of time flyin
Just in case you were wondering where
by tigers
While the sparrows start to sing in a tree
And we always end up singin' the same songs
They remind us of the bullshit in the world
But
I'm passing sleeping cities
Fading by degrees
And believing all I see to be so
I'm flyin' over backyards
Country homes and ranches
Watching
flyin' everywhere
I feel like choppin', chips flyin' everywhere
I been to the Nation, oh Lord, but I couldn't stay there
Some people say them oversea
Now I'm flyin' high, but I've got a feelin' I'm fallin'
Fallin' for nobody else but you
Mama, you caught my eye and I've got a feelin' I'm fallin'
COMPOSED IN THE YEAR 1833 BY WILLIAM SANDYS
flyin' everywhere
I feel like choppin', chips flyin' everywhere
I been to the Nation, oh Lord, but I couldn't stay there
Some people say them oversea
Haulin', I'm haulin'
Fort Smith to Louisville
I'm gonna see my baby
See my baby with time to kill
Well, I'm flyin', flyin'
No one on the road
and a pistol by his side, uh-huh
Well he rode up to Miss Mousey's door, uh-huh
He rode up to Miss Mousey's door, uh-huh
He rode up to Miss Mousey's door
like will.i.am, you Willy Wonka
That's me in the Lam, I'm disappearin' like Jimmy Hoffa
AK-47 my business partner, business is swell
French kiss
with
Frank Sinatra's big band by my side
It's an unavoidable cliche
I wish it didn't have to be that way
Because I love you is what I'm trying to say
But
a foriegn rain
My life changed completely by the low-flyin' planes
So I loaded up them bales in my pick-em-up truck,
Headed west for Dallas, where I
The son was killed by a robot
That William Afton designed
And that's why he died
The Afton Family
I close my eyes as the curtain draws
Ear toward the tracks
And ever after the rhythm soars
Flyin' right past the facts
Takes me back to some days
in white
At the foot of my bed,
I said angel of mercy
I'm alive or am I dead?
My name is William James McPhee,
I was born in 1843.
Raised
morning
Watched General Custer and the bloody masacre
There were muskets arrows cannonballs a flyin'
Yellin' screamin' a lot of men were dyin' there
Remix produced by Motion Graphics
Lyricist: Birdy k
Composer: Motion Graphics, Yider, Asr
Arranger: Motion Graphics
Vocals: Birdy k
Recording
And strolled the golden sand
Two sweethearts, and the summer wind
Like painted kites, the days and nights went flyin' by
The world was new, beneath a blue
A postcard of Byron by the bed
It's a reminder of every word that he said
To die in the arms of a twenty year old
A figure of porcelain with moves
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