Lyrics:
Island
And little old Rhode Island
Is famous for you
Cotton comes from Lou-siana
Gophers from Montana
And spuds from Idaho
They plow land
In
ever
My lover, I'd rather be
Under than over you
That way you will never lose me
Blank staring at the road
Eighty miles to Idaho
There's too much
live and love in my home town
There's a place I'd like to go
And it's back in Idaho
Where you're friendly neighbors smile and say hello
It's
Idaho
You slapped my face
And we took off from there
Have you never noticed
That we're dancing, dancing,
Dancing on the sun?
That's why we're moving so
Island
And little old Rhode Island
Is famous for you
Cotton comes from Lou-siana
Gophers from Montana
And spuds from Idaho
They plow land
In
(constant sampling of a travel route from washington to idaho)
Island
And little old Rhode Island
Is famous for you
Cotton comes from Lou-siana
Gophers from Montana
And spuds from Idaho
They plow land
In
the old man fell
Alone in his own hell
Somewhere on an Idaho morning
And in the distance tolled the bell for whom the money -men were left to sell
Island
And little old Rhode Island
Is famous for you
Cotton comes from Lou-siana
Gophers from Montana
And spuds from Idaho
They plow land
In
Island
And little old Rhode Island
Is famous for you
Cotton comes from Lou-siana
Gophers from Montana
And spuds from Idaho
They plow land
In
There's Macanaw Mack and Toledo Jack
And the boys from Idaho
And the Frisco kid and Saginaw Sid
And good old Cotton-eyed Joe
Oh they danced
Island
And little old Rhode Island
Is famous for you
Cotton comes from Lou-siana
Gophers from Montana
And spuds from Idaho
They plow land
In
Jacksonville
Waterville
Costa Rock
Pittsfield
Springfield
Bakersfield
Shreveport
Hackensack
Cadillac
Fond du Lac
Davenport
Idaho
Jellico
Argentina
Island
And little old Rhode Island
Is famous for you
Cotton comes from Lou-siana
Gophers from Montana
And spuds from Idaho
They plow land
In
Island
And little old Rhode Island
Is famous for you
Cotton comes from Lou-siana
Gophers from Montana
And spuds from Idaho
They plow land
In
Island
And little old Rhode Island
Is famous for you
Cotton comes from Lou-siana
Gophers from Montana
And spuds from Idaho
They plow land
In
outside
A truck with a registration
On an unknown reservation in Idaho
Then one day he died
I sat up all night, and I cried
And the Wichita gospel
(ayo)
Damy hit a usłyszą go dziś w Idaho (oh oh)
Music Maybach wita
Tylko forma pro zamiast dolców w klipach
Styl mam styl własny własny
Ma go nie każdy
And San Francisco (Boise Idaho)
Riots on the streets of Kansas City (Salt Lake, Hunnington Beach, CA)
Tuscalusa, Alabama ( Compton Michigan)
Cleveland, Ohio
Brighter days, whiter painted graves
under Idaho sky set to roadside attraction prayer
SANSEVIERIA: Traveling where the trains will?
BURNING BOOKS:
Idaho
Before I reached Colorado I hit three feet of snow
Singing Lord, let the wind blow you know I’m so cold
Rock Springs to Cheyenne is a bad stretch
Kristy w the Sparkling Teeth
Brand new bright lights of Arco, Idaho go dim
One delusion runs its course, its companion thereupon begins
Old ghost
When I kicked out the year in Boise, Idaho
The snow was coming down in sheets
And these New Year's Blues are like breaking in boots
I got blisters
Run my finger
Down the window
Paint a picture
It is so cold
Lonely in Idaho
Turn on late night blue light,
Hotels, early flights,
I don't know
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