Lyrics:
the rustler when Tom Horn was in the hill
If you rode the Larame Valley by either day or night
You can be right sure he's watchin' you through his rifle
blowin'
My mind with the things you say to me
I like the way you comb your hair
And I like those stylish clothes you wear
It's just the little things you
cucurullo (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Denny walley (slide guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards, vocals)
Peter wolf (keyboards)
Bob harris (keyboards, trumpet,
all those little things I might,
I want you to know you wouldn't go,
Until I told you that I loved you so.
If I could be with you I'd love you long,
all those little things I might,
I want you to know you wouldn't go,
Until I told you that I loved you so.
If I could be with you I'd love you long,
Early early in the game
I taught myself to sing and play
And use a little trickery
On kids who never favored me
Those were years of crinoline
to worry
I know something's wrong, man, but I'm just probably overthinking, I mean, after all
I was just blinded by those eyes of yours, come to find I
to the woolsy fire
Who would've thought that this year at 33
You would've been taken out from under me
After all those years?
Built from the ground up, by
They told us where to go
But Johnny said, "I like 'em
Don't you give them no trash"
You see, we were Johnny's little boys
And we got paid by Cash
hardcore
Leavin' frauds on the outside
But the bad thing is anyone can ride the train
And the reason
For that is 'cause we look the same
Lookin' all
[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
God's woman... what's going on?
I know things seem messed up sometime
You stressed out and you can't handle the situation
all those years
And away they did run
You sure must be strong
And you feel like an ocean
Being warmed by the sun
Remember walking a mile to your
Alone in the world
Was poor little Anne
As sweet a young child as you'd find.
Her parents had gone
To their
to things like
Dancing close together And going hey
Those were the days well those days are
Probably gone forever, I don't know
Unless Nixon is going
was.
Thanks for the memory
Of Schubert's Serenade,
Little things of jade
And traffic jams
And anagrams
And bills we never paid,
How lovely it
systematic
When I'm down I'm in manual, lord
And time on time again I walk on by
With the look of love
And with those angel eyes, whoa whoa
You set me
what a twist
Adventure's unrelenting
Cost Bob his left wrist
Now wasn't that a nice little tune,
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wanna live a life like that
I wanna be just like a king
Take my picture by the pool
'Cause I'm the next big thing in
Beverly Hills, that's where I
He was just an old country doctor
In a little country town
Fame and fortune had passed him by
Though we never saw him frown
As day by day in his
sweet lovin' are-arms
Take me to where it's safe and war-are-arm
Hold me, just a little longer tonight
People take love for a foolish thing
Some
a cheap little ring
They don't care
'cause it don't mean a thing
Looka there...
They don't care
Best-est way that
They can feel-o
Out on the highway
to make my move
But I just can't wait no more
Can't let you slip out that door
Prettiest thing I ever seen before
Got me spinnin' around, I ain't even
might be a little dust on the bottle
But it's one of those things that gets sweeter with time
You were sittin' in the porch swing as I pulled up
was.
Thanks for the memory
Of Schubert's Serenade,
Little things of jade
And traffic jams
And anagrams
And bills we never paid,
How lovely it
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