Lyrics:
Cropping
Lattes are my Life
Pumpkin Spice is my Blood Type!
Cozy by the firеplace
Sippin' cocoa out a flower vase
I’ll movе my scarf out of the Way
To scarf
The Son of God by Name
O tidings of comfort and joy comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy
"Fear not then" said the angel
"Let nothing you affright
Ungidlise) Again
(Chorus by ELwandle C)
I want some more (more-more more)
Ngcela Ungidlise babe
I want some more (hay' want some more)
Ngcela Ungidlise
Hay,
Wouldn't it be nice to make a people tree.
The likes of you,
The likes of me.
We can do it very easily.
We barely even have to try.
Let
The little Lord Jesus
Asleep on the hay
The cattle are lowing
The poor Baby wakes
But little Lord Jesus
No crying He makes
I love Thee, Lord Jesus
Irene, and pay for your bed
Wake up Irene or folks will think you're dead
Lot's of guitar pickers by the dozen
Sang 'Goodnight Irene' all night
uuu huu huuu
Aah uuu hay yah
Aah uuu huu huuu
By my side
By my side you always here
Here with me ee
me ee me ee
By my side
By my side you always here
forged in steel
Hearts unbroken by the wheel
More tender still than clouds of bliss
On heaven's floor in lands like this
To swim in hay
To find your
Jesus, asleep on the hay
Hay!
The cattle are lowing, the poor Baby awakes
But little Lord Jesus, no crying He makes
I love Thee, Lord Jesus, look down from
your tongue
Bite your tongue to taste gunpowder and blood
Bales of hay devoid of snow
Juxtaposed by two boys in repose
Oh I'm only visiting
Oh I'm
It was the third of June, another sleepy dusty Delta day
I was out choppin' cotton and my brother was bailin' hay
And at dinner time we stopped
just good circulation
I buy a dress on monday
The dress looks great on monday
It's on my - by sunday
A lady needs a change
I know my future causes
hearing the yells
And shattering plates drowned out by your slithering stares.
I was followed and chased and caught
And tied up by the hay right until
and brown.
"I," said the cow, all white and red
"I gave him my manger for his bed;
I gave him my hay to pillow his head."
"I," said the cow, all white
The little Lord Jesus
Asleep on the hay
The cattle are lowing
The poor Baby wakes
But little Lord Jesus
No crying He makes
I love Thee, Lord Jesus
Lady lavender day
Always laying
In a pile of hay
Stretching lazily in the
Wobbly tree
While she's supposed to be
Watching her neighbors
She's
hey get off my back all in favor all in favor say NAY! we like the flavor we like the flavor of Hay! we're gunna praise all of our days until they take
Como Radio Raheem, camino por la calle entonado,
Música en mis oídos, me muevo de lado a lado...
Ahí va el visajoso y decilo,
Muchos me llaman loco,
The cult of the severed heads
From ages long ago
Stalks the earth by moonlight
In search of seeds to sow
The dream of a thousand deaths
Spinning in your head
It was the third of June, another sleepy, dusty Delta day
I was out choppin' cotton, and my brother was balin' hay
And at dinner time we stopped
It was the third of June, another sleepy, dusty Delta day
I was out choppin' cotton and my brother was balin' hay
And at dinner time we stopped
with you by my side
You can be my hay girl
With me all day long
Loving how I'm so big n strong
On my front bench-seat, you curled up in my arms
You can
It was the third of June, another sleepy, dusty Delta day
I was out choppin' cotton and my brother was balin' hay
And at dinner time we stopped
can't be replaced
There's just some things that can't be replaced
Sediment hay, and a heart of gold
Chevy Cavalier on an old back-road
A boot's farm
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