Lyrics:
a harvest moon when she's home to count her blessings
She's saved that love from passing
Though it's now ten years gone by
He is buried in these hills,
sit sipping their tea, watch the sea
Move the sand through their heads (sit in their chairs by the bay)
Did I show you the marks on the wall
Left by
believe what the boys are blowin'.
You got to come on, man, and take a piece of Mister Parker's band.
You'll be ridin' by bareback on your armadillo;
When I feel my phone buzzing, ain't even gotta look down
I know it's you that's calling, a couple drinks in by now
So I say hello, you say, hey,
the start, ohh
How am I gonna make my mark? oh-oh
Are you gonna play me, though?
This song was never meant for the radio
I get in, forget a radio spin
Though the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in sight
Gathering winter fuel
Hither, page, and stand by me,
If thou knowst it, telling
Yonder
in the marbled reception hall, i received a three band gold
ring, from mark, a token of esteem, running through ghost
closet locker rooms, to hide
are driven by one straight from hell
And a fury takes over the sea
And the waves are like mountains, boy, mark my words well
The storms of November are
a beat with my feet by just hitting a loop
Bringing the lyrics to prove that I can fit in these shoes
I give you the truth through the vocal booth
Stars
night, though the frost was cruel,
When a poor man came in sight, gathering winter fuel.
Hither page and stand by me if thou know'st it telling
harm but meant to pass by
For it bein' on Christmas mornin'
"But," says he, "My fine fellows, if you will enlist
Ten guineas in gold I'll stick
John, he's kicking out the footlights
The Grand Ole Opry's got a brand new band
Lord, let me die with a hammer in my hand
I dream a highway back to you
the venom
She sleeps with the shirt of a late, great country singer
Stretched out upon her poor jealous husband's pillow
In time you can turn these
souls
Would scarcely get your feet wet.
Fall not in love therefore. It will stick to your face.
Gracefully surrender the things of youth: birds, clean
got burned out by the game
Now he'll bum you for some whiskey
And tell you how it was
Back in '52 when he played for Hank
And I'm watching the sun
Go
band
Many people come from miles around
To hear you play your music till the sun goes down
Maybe someday your name will be in lights a sayin' Johnny be
Though the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in sight
Gathering winter fuel
Hither, page, and stand by me,
If thou knowst it, telling
Yonder
all the rules by now
And the fire from the ice
Will you come with me, won't you come with me
Oh oh all I want to know, will you come with me
God
If I could move Texas east
Then she'd be here with me
Then nothin' else would come between the two of us
If Dallas was in Tennessee
By now, she's
Got our feet on a narrow road
Got our eyes on the one who will be our goal
and our brothers at our side
If we stumble we won't fall
If we miss
There's a jumpin' little joint out in West Nashville
If the barbecue don't get you the music will
It's called Pee Wee's Place and they're open from
, go
Go, Johnny go , go
Go, Johnny go , go
Go, Johnny go , go
Johnny B. Goode
He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
And sit beneath the trees by
it if I tire
Show me the toughest tree around
The Timber man will bring it down
Swing it hard, cut it clean
No halfway or in-between
Move when the axe
Tommy always said he would make it one day
Lead singer in a top show band
So with some friends made up tunes to play
Tommy Tate and the Torpedoes
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