Lyrics:
my time (time)
She gon' get hers before I
I'm gonna take it slow
I'm not gonna rush the stroke
If you don't know by now Doggy Dogg is a freak,
I'm gonna take my time (time)
She gon' get hers before I
I'm gonna take it slow
I'm not gonna rush the stroke
If you don't know by now
Doggy Dogg
not a word is said
And I'm under the Big Brown Sky
Watching the changes fly
And hearing them call out my name
As the wind and the rain go by
So take
Mr. Brown lives in fear
Won't leave his house
Stands by the window, looks outside
A cold wind blows
Leaks through the window
He steps back, closes
I see trouble in the road
I see trouble up ahead
The Lord says "Keep it low"
Let the rolling wind, and the hammer blow
John Brown is a wise, wise
The brown cows of elocution
The brown cows of
The brown cows of elocution
The brown cows of
In a compost heap where a language grew
Us duffers in
You got your toecaps reinforced with steel
Hard-wearing sole and heel
Make those tired feet feel like new
Take your pick, black or brown
Great
And so, love goes
Blinded by the thrill
Unprepared for when the wind goes still
Two paths slowly drift apart
Turning and twisting
Up and down the curves
loud
We the only ones in the house
I can help you body wind down
Make this bottle disappear right now
Get comfortable, comfortable
Get comfortable,
gotta hand it to ya baby
Sought there, Deer hooves on thin ice
That crowns the leaves
Fallen and
Brown by
Your feet
Ahhhh
I had a million dreams
I gotta
coming in
Savor, the fruit before it browns, noble, in kind, august, fruit vines
A gust of wind brings nourishment, leaves catch pollen and the sun
Same
Juan, baby I'll be true
Whisper sweet everything to you
Yellow cactus rose
Cotton blown by wind
Beaten brown hands, perfect skin, perfect skin
In San
we wait
Staring at the flames
Ashes taken by the wind
End of October
The sleepy brown woods
Seem to
Nod down their heads
To the Winter.
Yellows and grays
Paint the sad skies today
And I wonder
hills
His school was the prairie, the sage, the wild berry
The quail, the wide open sky
The cottonwood thicket by the slow rolling river
The Redbud
I think I can speak for all men when I say
There's something exceptional, unique
About a woman
Your cold, big smile
Those pretty brown eyes
While resting the other evening by the side of the road
I saw an old farmer in the field that he just hold
His face was all brown and wrinkled by
Wasteland wind howls, moon shines down
Scraps whisper secrets, a lonely town
But loyal friend by my side I see
Dogmeat trots beside, best damn
saw the hippies cross.
By Herc on Technique needles syncopated time was on time,
The same time as the Beatles.
I was up there watching James Brown's
winds
Stand by for exshiter
Fall to your knees and suck farts if you please
Shake and shiver on the ground
As your nose and mouth fill with brown
heart is covered by brown leaf
When it's cold outside
Come by my side
Share tears with my
Brown leaves inside
Watch me as I slowly fall apart
Thousand
with winning guile
I hear her melodies, like joys gone by
Sighing round my heart o'er the fond hopes that die
Sighing like the night wind
me
What do ya think
Chorus
We were at the ball park all day
listening to Zach brown band play
summer nights turned into days
singing some
somehow wash away the pain
Wind carry these cold memories far from this endless shore
Blowing through my dusty brown hair
Leave me silent remembering no
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