Lyrics:
nowhere to go
While my eyes
Go looking for flying saucers in the sky
While my eyes
Go looking for flying saucers in the sky
Oh Sunday, Monday,
of a saxophone.
They look at me, then they go into a huddle.
Get this sinking sensation I'm in deep, deep trouble.
Back: Trouble.
Homer: D'oh.
Marge: Oh.
Written by Sammy Masters, Richard Pope and Tex Satterwhite
(As released by Patsy Cline 9/9/58)
If I could see the world
through the eyes
Oh, if I could build my whole world around you, darling
First I'd put heaven by your side
Pretty flowers would grow wherever you walk, honey
To keep shining the light on my dreams
To sustain me and pain me all at the same time
It's a zero-sum game it seems
Oh cotton, oh cotton, oh currency
How
she may be
She may search this whole wide world over
Never find a sweeter man as me
When I die please bury me in my high top Stetson hat
Put
own tears)
When I'm in trouble, baby
(Drown in my own tears)
Oh, yeah, baby don't let me
(Drown in my own tears)
I guess I'll drown in my own tears
the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star
He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do
Drew walks by
too gone, bye nigga
She get dick, weed and ignored, thats a D.W.I nigga
My skin crawlin', my walls talkin', the pictures in here lookin' at me
Or a lady with a body from outer space
My heart, my heart
Kick start my heart
Say I got trouble, trouble in my eyes
I'm just looking for another good time
here by myself
On the floor yes I know
Just where I want to be
But how many times must I die
Before I’m set free somebody tell me to
Keep your eyes
own tears)
When I'm in trouble, baby
(drown in my own tears)
Oh, yeah, baby don't let me
(drown in my own tears)
I guess I'll drown in my own tears
Id be right by your side
Lay your troubles on my shoulder
Put your worries in my pocket
Rest your love on me a while
Lay your troubles on my
my eyes
If Danger wants to find me
I'll let him in, he can find me
Trouble needs a home girls
A covert abode
From Tucson to Ohio
Back through Tobacco
There's this book coming out and they asked me to write, uh
Something about Woody
Uh, sort of like, what does Woody Guthrie mean to you?
In
my Jesus
When He knocks I let Him in
He'll go with me through the valley
For I know He is my friend
Satisfied, satisfied
Well, no troubles can
Help on the way
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
Help on the way
Help on the way
Help on the way
They say
nowhere to go
While my eyes
Go looking for flying saucers in the sky
While my eyes
Go looking for flying saucers in the sky
Oh Sunday, Monday,
Bitch I'm ballin', bitch I'm ballin', racked up, no wallet
Keep a bad bitch in my team, I should join the league
NBA, never broke again, never
nightfall in my bare feet.
black tarry asphalt, soft and hot.
and when I came back I spread out my supplies.
on the counter by the sink,
I looked myself right
trouble in the sky
Comin' closer was a sound that topped the devil's choir
Then we knew we had to race a raging prairie fire
When all at once a flame
I could tell what was gonna happen
I could feel it in my bones
By the dark of the moon
There's a fire in the night
She took me to her room
Ah
trouble in the sky
Comin' closer was a sound that topped the devil's choir
Then we knew we had to race a raging prairie fire
When all at once a flame
Itchin' and twitchin', singin' and swingin'
Yeah, with the bug
Well now Josephine, she had trouble from the start
She couldn't keep her eye on little
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