Lyrics:
I'm in the car right now, I'm doing ninety on the freeway
Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka
You dare me to drive?
You know the song by Phil Collins,
to his bed
He remembers her sweet day of saying honey has something gone wrong
He remembers the fun and the teasin' and the reason he wrote her this song
But I accept my apology
I'm gonna do better by me
I wrote this song to say I forgive me
For the times I needed me
And every time I slacked
I'm
mainstreet if you plan on shopping
I wanna get you tipsy
Lewwe gone by Betsy's
Show you round' Rock city
Fall in love with a, with a West Indian
It get a jam
your nose gets a chilling
We'll frolic and play, the Eskimo way
Walking in a winter wonderland
Here's a little song I wrote
You might want to sing it
wrote a song that I just
Saw written down on paper for the first time yesterday
He sent me the sheet music on it,
And I don't know anyone that reads
shameful
Jane, Jane
I wrote a letter, she should have got it yesterday
Life could be better by being together
Is what I cannot explain to Jane
shameful
Jane, Jane
I wrote a letter, she should have got it yesterday
Life could be better by being together
Is what I cannot explain to Jane
be too neat
Just wrote the song of the summer
Just wrote the song of the summer
Just wrote the song of the summer
Just wrote the song of the summer
I have never heard this song by Kenny Rogers, and as far as I know a man named Tom Jans wrote it. The only person I have ever heard sing this song is
chick loves a man who's strong
The things she'll do to turn me on
I love the babes, don't get we wrong
Hey, that's why I wrote this song
I don't
some green
Wrote a big hit, a number one song
But by then, my girl was long gone
So your girlfriend is a dancer, she makes love for money
Used
ex-boyfriend is really psychotic (uh-huh)
Scares the girl by threatening her life (word)
Says 'Girl, you're dead if you're not my wife' (oh man)
Beats in her
He sat down on the bank and wrote this four line refrain
And I recall that song by John Dillon James
Well, I got my ticket for the ride in the sky
'Johnny Boy'
Doin' the things that we want to
Growing up in the mean streets of New York
Doin' the things that we want to
I wrote this song 'cause I'd
know it all sounds crazy but, if it turns out to be true
Than the last song I ever write, will be a song I wrote for you
This might be the last song
and tried to remember
Just where it was that I'd seen his face
Long ago, in a movie show
He was like that man singin' bass
Knew him by his nursery rhyme
stayin' warm)
(We ain't leavin')
(Hey, uh, this is a song I wrote a long time ago called God Speed)
(Hope you guys don't hate it)
Someone found a letter you wrote me, on the radio
And they told the world just how you felt
It must have fallen out of a hole in your old brown
Someone found a letter you wrote me, on the radio
And they told the world just how you felt
It must have fallen out of a hole in your old brown
Man, those were the days (those were the days)
We listened to the songs Bob Dylan wrote
We sat there stoned and amazed
We forgot to eat, we forgot
Someone found a letter you wrote me, on the radio
And they told the world just how you felt
It must have fallen out of a hole in your old brown
where I learned the golden rule.
I'd like to meet the movie man, I want to shake him by the hand, I
Want to tell him that he wrote a grand scenario,
Now wouldn't you expect to find a man an awful crank
That's staked out nigh three hundred claims, and every one a blank;
That's followed every fool
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