Lyrics.com »
Search results for 'city by al green' Page #3
Yee yee! We've found 6,017 lyrics and 177 artists matching city by al green.
Artists:
Lyrics:
By the fleet, ain't even sleep in a week (in a week) Rich city stunner, I get cold in the summer I got money so long lookin' like a phone number I
Blow the whistle, baby you're the referee You put it down like New York City, I never sleep Wild like Los Angeles, my fantasy (Chris Brown) Hotter
and turn her down the rocky road, And all the way to Dublin, whacks fer al de da! In Dublin next arrived, and thought it such a pity to be so soon
five Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road And all the way to Dublin, whacks fer al de da In Dublin next arrived And thought it such
Go to the city away from the land, stand in a line Where they stamp your hand, wind up at a dance You want to energize, is it just by chance?
Blow the whistle, baby you're the referee You put it down like New York City, I never sleep Wild like Los Angeles, my fantasy (Chris Brown) Hotter
the bridges of the city Hanging in the air by steel and stone She says, it's peaceful where she's living The lights of the golden gate will lead her home
Wilson, Wilson Wilson, Wilson Wilson Once upon a time there was a mountain That rose out of a vast green forest And in the forest there were birds
dreams of Caprices Drove by the teachers, even more by polices How'd he get the cash? The day his father passed away Left him with a lil' somethin',
Street In July Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by The great big city's a wondrous toy Just made for a girl and boy We'll turn Manhattan Into an isle
bitches You see? if your dog green its bad bidness You see? if its all green, they all switching We lost, and by all means, we all missing Don't start
dreams of Caprices Drove by the teachers, even more by polices How'd he get the cash? The day his father passed away Left him with a lil' somethin',
conspire As we dream by the fire To face unafraid The plans that we made Walking in a winter wonderland Silver Bells Silver Bells Hear them ring
pretty girls Village and city girls by the quayside Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls Watching and waiting by the sea Bless you,
The old maid's a waitin' for leap year to come the crooner's just waitin' to sing The old cow's standin' by the Bull Durham sign Just waitin' for
Yeah We've been up here in this city Livin' in the grease and grime Girl it's a doggone pity We ain't been gettin' any time I've been preachin'
bargained for Six-pack weasels pumped up by their own press releases Till the capital ceases Ain't no difference tween black and white Except the green
John Deere green The end of a bunch of gravel driveway Out here doing our own thing Out in the middle where the hard work meets hard living Out in
On a golden autumn day, an a golden autumn day Who would think this could happen in a city like this Among Blake's green and pleasant hills, And we must
a crew cut, he was lean and he was handsome And my mother wore a sash of yellow roses on her gown They would walk me down from Green Street Pass
I cross the Green Mountain I sit by the stream Heaven blazing in my head I I dreamed a monstrous dream Something came up Out of the sea Swept
People walk the streets They walk with you and me in the city The lights turn from red They turn from red to green in the city We watch the day As it
job And run's a big machine He don't miss the farm Or the fields of green Now the city's just a prison Without fences His job is just A routine
the city is plunged into darkness By an unpredicted rolling blackout The White House always blames the governor Sayin' 'The solution is to vote him out'"
Discuss these city by al green Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In