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fears in the bottom of your heart Mama
Caused by trauma Mama
But you're a solider and always will be
I'm always here for you, and always will sing

Dry

The Peanut Vendor

California Ramblers

Pop Music: The Early Years 1890-1950

1999

to trail along
They love to hear the peanut vendor's song
They all laugh with glee when he will say
â??They're roasted, no tiny ones
They're toasted,

dusk
Loves to wave at the drivers coming past, especially rush hour

You know, he knows most of them by name
And, well, they often stop off, see how he's

"Do you feel alright with the days gone by?"
I'll never waste my time, I'll never say goodbye
(Yes, I will, but I won't say it tonight)

So I picked

is like a dice that rolls and rolls
And in the end...any God will do."

I knew a girl from LA who used to sing the blues.
But she traded all her love

sing my song while he eating this pussy
I like how he know every word
These labels wasn’t tryna give me my check
It’s not just ‘bout money but it’s ‘bout

wanted to sing his lost love to sleep
I guess it's nice to make up for lost time
But I never changed anyone's mind

The ocean sends up its fruit
Creatures

I am playing , know I’ll be playing by heart
I’m gonna sing every song the jukebox has ever played Out of tune out of time, I’ll leave it up to fate

Love's the song we wrote my dear

[Bridge]
Every heartbeat every touch
Words don't even matter much
When we're lost in our embrace
World disappears no time

down - another's dust
Say prayers for a better day for the sake of every crushed mother's love
Their despair resonates but I contemplate
I must have

Things Look Good Around Here

Roger Creager

I Got the Guns

2000

tough. They were singing along and they knew every song I wrote.



Things look good around here; the boys are in the parking lot still drinking beer. I

balance the weight ink heavy on note pads, writing dear love of my life we now speak from both sides of the hyphen, depression sinks in and for God, I don't

that you gone 
I've been stuck in this zone writing all these songs 
I just want people to know how I feel and sing along 
And I did it by my own no one

you've been with
The couple times I teared up on the bluebird
When I write these songs about her, about drugs
I'm painting pain for blind people
You lost

song I'll be there by your side
Storm clouds may gather
And stars may collide
But I love you until the end of time

Come what may, come what may
I

fill me yuh
So the cup I get to filling
Yuh, oh,
Ahhh, oh,
Hit em' in his dome
And his bitch give me dome
And ima sing along
To every damn song
Gotcha

of a rose in your hair
Every time we come so close
It's like we're laying down in a field of Marigold

Night, when I slip by your soft skin
Heart, open up

to sing my favorite song
Looked around and Holy Spirit came through with the gang
With the Father and the Son then they took me by my hands
They said we're

brick I'll be here till I die
And I'll only let you in if you can add more time
I sing you these songs about living on your own
but most of the time I

fears you got I’ll wash em all away

But grass stains litter your pretty white dress
And every time you speak I start to feel obsessed
And messes in my

my life and winters setting in
A time to reflect and solitude to think
Sitting by the fire light it up and then I wink
At the spirit of love as I made

In God we trust, in God we trust. 
I waited patiently for God to help me 
Then he listened and he heard my cry 
He has given me a new song to sing

Clear Channel (Fuck Off!)

Leftöver Crack

Fuck World Trade

The bureaucrats that leech upon to mediocre trends,
Your song in heavy rotation form the cash your label spends.
From the products you promote for the ones who

more yay
Just one life to sing it right
Iye eh borrowed time
Here today
It can't be promised for tomorrow
I wanna change my world
And with You by my side