Lyrics:
There's a wind on the eastern side
Ghost gums dance in the moonlit night
Mopoke mourns the racketeers
The bosses they can sense your mood
All in
the eastern lands
Three leagues from the gates of Rome a Pope named Pol is doomed to die
A great wall that divides a city at this time is cast aside
These
eastern bound
[ guitar ]
Hitchhikin' days get by over not many pickup strangers anymore
Shave my face and cut my hair this morning
Well maybe I'll have
say
Just a different shade of gray
There's a moonrise in an eastern sky
Clouds they try but cannot hide
And the storm will cease and the sun
Met a girl out in eastern Oklahoma, Her daddy was a Tulsa millionaire
Miles and Miles of oil wells he'd leave her
All a man could want was waiting
letters mailed back home her Eastern sisters they would moan
as they would read accounts of madness, childbirth, loneliness and grief.
the Eastern world it is exploding
dont you understand what im trying to say
think of all the hate there is in red china
violence flaring
Takin' his body back home
He would'nt go into the far eastern jungle
Takin' his body back home
He just wanted to be free
To be all that he was
his brother and his girl
'Cause they, meant, the most to him in the world
Around Suffolk he wasn't known
But in Eastern Long Island, he did have
n Portsmouth town on the eastern shore
Where many a fine ship was born.
The Thresher was built
And the Thresher was launched
And the crew
And the old eastern ways are gone.
So tonight after sundown.
You must go from this place.
Without a tear, without a frown.
Disappear without a trace.
region
Booga-nam Brooklyn Bed-Stuy Eastern
Where youth and policemen, they nah reach agreement
Pressure in the mornin, pressure in the evenin
You,
Desert shadows creep across purple sands.
Natives kneel in prayer by their caravans.
There, silhouetted under and eastern star,
I see my long
region
Booga-nam brooklyn bed-stuy eastern
Where youth and policemen, they nah reach agreement
Pressure in the mornin, pressure in the evenin
You, need,
clearly not
The spot for me
Those Eastern winters
I can't endure 'em
So ev'ry year
I pack my gear
And come out here
'Til Purim
Rosh Hashonah
I
Of that eastern light
Look for life beneath what’s frozen
Get our just desserts
We’re so close it hurts
But we get there just as the doors are closing
When I was a little barefooted boy
Back in the hills of eastern Kentucky
I was lazy and about half crazy
Catfish didn't bite in the daytime
on you
Especially a fella from Eastern Kentucky
Without a penny or a worth to his name
Wasting his life on a burning desire and chasing that honky tonk
of the innocent are pilin' to the steeples
The ironic part is they're preyin' on the feeble
That's life in the 90's, you're Eastern European
And you seein'
of the eastern breeze
Where the sleepless wait
For her ascent from the perilous pit
She said "The only way to change our fate
It is to make it rain"
fat steps
One dignitary over what man said
"I'll give you half the eastern border if you sell him"
Back at the rest spot to nap a bit
Mom! Pop! They
Soviet hangover eastern bloc.
And dirty money still flows through locks.
A killing ground of rebels, black marketeers
Restrained, but there's no
on the Eastern Shore
I thought about what I wanted
It wasn't like that at all
Made Carolann a cute baby sweater
Thinking "I can do better than that"
In
hangover, Eastern Bloc
And dirty money still flows through locks
A killing ground of rebels, black marketeers
Restrained but there's no resistance here
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