Lyrics:
think she's outta town
But she's coming home soon
And when she gets back
He's gonna sing her a song
Then put on a record
They could dance all night long
A Song of Wyoming for me
Now it's whiskey and tobacco and bitter black coffee
A lonesome old dogie am I
But waking up on the range
Lord I feel like
'n again
'Cause it sounded good to me
One more time!
We could jam in joe's garage
His mama was screamin',
"turn it down!"
We was playin'
Here I am lost in the wind
'Round in circles sailing
Like a ship that never comes in
Standing by myself
Sing a sad song for a good man
Sing a sad
on him
He still feels the way he felt
Over forty years ago
Here's to the old man
Here's to G.I. Joe
He only sang the old songs, he's standing still
Here I am lost in the wind
'Round in circles sailing
Like a ship that never comes in
Standing by myself
Sing a sad song for a good man
Sing
The song a robin sings
Through years of endless springs
The murmur of a brook at eventide
That ripples by a nook where two lovers hide
A great
the night
Mark my word the mockingbird
Will sing the saddest kind of song
He knows things are wrong
And he's right
La ha ha ha-a
La ha ha-a
From
the night
And take my word, that mockingbird’ll sing the saddest kind of song, he knows things are wrong, and he's so right
From Natchez to Mobile, from
in the night
Take my word, the mockin' bird will
Sing the saddest kinda song
He knows things are wrong and he's right
Whoo-ee, whoo-ee
From
in the night
Take my word, the mockin' bird will
Sing the saddest kinda song
He knows things are wrong and he's right
Whoo-ee, whoo-ee
From
your face,
Or if your name is even Santa Claus or Joe.
I`ll be right at home if they leave me alone.
That`s why I only operate at night time.
Wait
about your face,
Or if your name is even Santa Claus or Joe.
I'll be right at home if they leave me alone.
That's why I only operate at night time.
a hundred grand when ever I hear a new song
C'mon c'mon that's too many ring-tones
Two point eight what you want me to tell ya
Make it rain man, Rhianna
The song a robin sings,
Through years of endless springs,
The murmur of a brook at evening tides.
That ripples through a nook where two lovers
Everybody needs a go-to karaoke song
The one that makes you sing along
So take a sip of courage and just get up on that stage
Forget about your
search this wide world over
Never find a sweeter man as me
I want six crapshooters to be my pallbearers
Three pretty women to sing a song
Stick
long
I'll sing my own song
As we travel through the ages
Will you just leave me alone?
Time will tell in different stages
If I will or won't be
Some other spring I'll sing my song of love
Some other spring life may be so wonderful
But this spring it's plain to see I will cry
For this spring
by and grow my hair
And sing them
I sing my song so I am free
I sing them
I sing my song and sound like me
I sing them
I sing my song so I am
never sing another song
It wouldn't bother me
I had my share of fame
You know my name
If I never sing another song
Or take another bow
I
The song a robin sings
Through years of endless springs
The murmur of a brook at eventide
That ripples by a nook where two lovers hide
A great
never sing another song
It wouldn't bother me
I had my share of fame
You know my name
If I never sing another song
Or take another bow
I
search this wide world over
Never find a sweeter man as me
I want six crapshooters to be my pallbearers
Three pretty women to sing a song
Stick
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