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freezing in those clothes
He won't go for the carrot
They beat him by the pole
Some sunny day confronted by his soul
He's out at sea, too far off, he
taught me to care
To always remember the rambling rose you wear in your hair
Ramona, when day is done you'll hear my call
Ramona, we'll meet beside
I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
I see skies of blue and clouds
I've got a bad disease
But from my brain is where I bleed
Insanity it seems
Has got me by my soul to squeeze
Well all the love from thee
With
Rose Robert I'd like to welcome you to our affair.
We'll write a lovely little story just you
And I as time goes by me and my Rose Robert.
In the shade of this old tree,
In the summer of my dreams.
By the tall grass, by the wild rose,
Where the trees dance, as the wind blows:
Lily of the Valley, let your sweet aroma fill my life
Rose of Sharon show me how to grow in beauty in God's sight
Fairest of ten thousand make me
the river
And we sat down in the grass
By the Eiffel tower
I was so happy we had met
It was the age of no regret
Oh yes
Those crazy years, that was
love indeed
You were always there for me
And I'll make love stay
'Til my dying day
And it really makes me feel good
Just to say
After all that
We put up our tent on a dark
green knoll, outside of town by
the train tracks and a seagull dump
Topping the bill was Horse Face Ethel
and her
to go gay.
"First to the card-house and then down to Rose's.
"But I'm shot in the breast and I'm dying today."
"Get six jolly cowboys to carry my
I don't know how I'm gonna tell you
I can't play with you no more
I don't know how I'm gonna do what mama told me
My friend the boy next door
I
Country roads, old theater marquee signs
Parkin' lots, and billboards flyin' by
Spanish moss, little hick town squares
Wild roses on a river bank
my limbs by tradition
This is all you need
I got worries by the ton
Gettin' cancer's only one
Overtaxed and alimonied
Tired of eatin' fried baloney
I got burdens on my shoulders
Dying
I am dreaming Dear of you, Day by day
Dreaming when the skies are blue, When they're gray;
When the silv'ry moonlight gleams, Still I wander on in
Askin' why Joe wanders out no more
What will the kitten do, mother, all alone
Will he stop from his frolic for the day
Will he lie on his rug by
To discover with dread that my head was as bald
As a novice's knees
I was dying of shame
'Til a gentleman came
An illustrious barber, Pirelli by name
He
you be there by my grave
Or will you be
The death of me.
In my, my beautiful tragedy
This beautiful tragedy
Is crashing into me
This dying
it 'til it's gone away
And my heart is lying there
And will be 'til my dying day
So understand
Don't waste your time always searching for those
black roses by the dozen
Been a bad mother fucker since a youngster ask my brothers
I’m the guy you give the ball to win the game and beat the buzzer
my battles he'll fight
I've got, got the victory
I've got the sweet, sweet victory in Jesus
For me he died but he rose on the third day
That's why I
won't bring a child into a world between roses
And a thorn and the side of a tumbling tumbleweed
One day you may miss me
But I hope you don't feel
get down on my knees, I'm going to try this thing your way
Seen a dying man to proud to beg spit on his own grave
Was he to gone to save?
Did you
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