Lyrics:
The last time I saw you was down at the Greeks
There was whiskey on Sunday and tears on our cheeks
You sang me a song that was pure as the breeze
Mary, this station is playing every sad song
I remember like we were alive
I heard and sung them all from inside of these walls
In a prison cell,
Like a bird on the wire,
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.
Like a worm on a hook,
Like a knight from some old
It came upon the midnight clear,
That glorious song of old,
From angels bending near the earth
With news of joy foretold,
"Peace on the earth,
hope there's no shortage of rain
Straw hats and old dirty hankies
Mopin' a face like a shoe
Thanks for the meal here's a song that is real
From
Howdy people?
Here's a little story about an old friend of mine
And to all you great folks out there
This is hardcore 10-4
Freaky Friday,
She wasn't very pretty,
She wasn't very smart,
But everything she said to him came strait from her heart.
Write a song about me,
Sing a song
The last time I saw you was down at the Greeks
There was whiskey on Sunday and tears on our cheeks
You sang me a song that was pure as the breeze
Well, come gather around and I'll sing you a song
About a crazy old world that's coming along
'Til one day some fool made the decision
To turn
hidden by rain clouds,
The song of the old man still locked in my brain,
And all emigration, the curse of a nation
The setting now fitting his sad sweet
Housewives trying to recapture their youth
By wearing floral print and suede
Fixing their hairdos with PC, chemical-free hairspray
Martha Stewart
She's a pick me up at six, make you wait 'til eight
Country girl sticker on her Chevrolet
She'd close on an old pine down by the riverbank
Buzz from
the women
You know it's not just another day off from work
It's Christmas, it could only be Christmas
Perfect strangers on the sidewalk, singing songs
Giving
back again if you try, if you try
This song was made then by you and me
A billion years before these oceans rolled
Oh I can see you burning brightly
You
gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges?
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied
Like a bird on the wire,
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.
Like a worm on a hook,
Like a knight from some old
The nightingale is still locked in the cage
The deep breath I took still poisons my lungs
An old oak sheltering me from the blue
Sun bathing
still hot
And don't throw that dishwater out in the yard
Oh, Mammie taught me how to sing a song
She taught me to play her old guitar
And at night
He was a stranger in a little town
She was sittin' alone in a crowd
Listening to the old jukebox playin' a song
From the moment we walked through
I had to worry,
Leaving all the changes far from far behind
We relieve the tension only to find out the master's name
Down at the end, round by
She
She came from the land of the cotton
A land that was nearly forgotten
By everyone
And she
She worked and she slaved so hard
Big old field
sometime?
We awoke from our dream
Things are not always what they seem
Memories linger on
It's like a sweet sad old song
I'm standing with you on your roof
Looking at the chemical sky
All purple blue and oranges
Some pigeons flying by
The traffic on canal street's so
Ooo
Sexy girl on a plane, why you cryin', what's your name, who you runnin' from?
Teddy bear, pink room, fresh out of high school, sweet like
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