Lyrics:
Summer, you old Indian summer
You're the tear that comes after June-time's laughter
You see so many dreams that don't come true
Dreams we
Oh, well I'm old enough to kick
And old enough to rock a the bop
Oh, well I'm old enough to kick
And old enough to rock a the bop
I got on my
This is my same old coat
And my same old shoes
I was the same old me
With the same old blues
And then you touched my life
Just by holding my
Summer, you old Indian summer
You're the tear that comes after June-time's laughter
You see so many dreams that don't come true
Dreams we
Out on those trails
Out 'neath that sky
Rivers of old
Still rushing by
Eagles still soar
White mountains loom
Down in those valleys
Home Videos
I can't believe my eyes
When I see the kind of stuff that wins first prize
Somebody's poor old mom
Falls down off the roof, lands right
Kinetic
by Radiohead
You're being took for a ride
Plain old lazy
Please keep moving
Better keep moving
Don't fall asleep at the wheel
I
Far across the deep blue water lives an old German's daughter
By the banks of the old River Rhine
Where I loved her and lost her but I can't forget
I met a little girl and I settled down
In a little house out on the edge of town
We got married, and swore we'd never part
Then little by little
and decay,
Long by the old Dismal Swamp have I wandered,
There's where this old darkies' life am passed away.
Massa and misses, have long gone before me,
I would rather not go
Back to the old house
I would rather not go
Back to the old house
There's too many bad memories
Too many memories there
an old-fashioned song
Julie's in love now, but love has gone
It's a natural thing
It's a natural thing
I never knew her
I never tried
Julie would run by
told
She said "son don't worry,
Days will change when you grow old"
Well I held my head up high
And I started, started to cry
I'm not gonna worry
Before it goes on
And only I'm left
Before the parade passes by
I've gotta get in step while there's still time left
I'm ready to move out in
road will I choose to the grave
And if I'm old 'til this oldness has me dying
I hope youll be by me then
'Cause if I'm old 'til this oldness has me
I am not such a clever one
About the latest fads
I admit I was never one
Adored by local lads
Not that I ever try to be a saint
I'm the type
to the dome, eternally it's on
Yeah,
Straight Mo Thug nigga return from the Claire
Test this hustler better not dare
We talkin' about distributing llelo
wrong and get by.
Now, lessons tend to fade as we grow older
And I found myself in jail at twenty-five
Had to sit there by my lawyer, the old judge
How I miss that old fashioned Christmas!
Carols being sung by the tree
Window's candlelight shining bright for the whole world to see
Children's
Pointed at by lesser men
New life in place of old life
Unscarred by trials
A new level of confidence and power
Demanding plea for unity between us
chins and a line of jive
He's a mellow old cat, a real hep fat
He be Mister Five by Five
That man can really jump it for a fat man
The only trouble
I met a little girl and I settled down
In a little house out on the edge of town
We got married, and swore we'd never part
Then little by little
Dancin' in the dark 'til the tune ends
We're dancin' in the dark and it soon ends
We're waltzin' in the wonder of why we're here
Time hurries by
Old toy trains
Little toy tracks
Little toy drums
Coming from a sack
Carried by a man
Dressed
In white and red
Little one
Don't you think
_(cropped).jpg/226px-Claire_Lynch_(30361323857)_(cropped).jpg "Claire Lynch")
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