Lyrics:
her,
In the day I get no rest.
I cut me a young pine-cone
And I gave it to the river deep.
It sailed 'way by your window
Where you lay, so long in sleep.
yesterday when the world was young.
Wherever I go they mention my name, and that in itself is some sort of fame,
Come by for a drink, we're having a game,
the fighter from the streets
Old men begging for pleasure by the young girls feet
Oh, little princess will you suffer from defeat?
Or escape the needle
yesterday, when the world was young
Wherever I go they mention my name
And that in itself, is some sort of fame
"Come by for a drink, we're having a game"
yeah, you heard the man
From the album "Ride the lightning"
For whom the bell tolls
Hey hey hey hey, come on!
Make his fight on the hill in
of the young ones
It is the wisdom of the old
It is the story of the poor man
That's needing to be told
But one by one will we run away
With our made up minds
In the land of San Domingo
Lived a girl called Oh By Jingo
From the fields and from the marshes
Came the young and oh by goshes
They all spoke
the sun
And don't let your young man ever carry a gun
For the gun, it will scare her, and she'll fly away
And then there'll be weeping by night and by
Santa Anna, we're killing your soldiers below!
That men, wherever they go will remember the Alamo
And then they sent a young scout from the battlements,
will be dancing the fandango
At the corrida we'll sit in the shade
And watch the young torero stand alone
We'll drink tequila where our grandfathers
Fair young maid all in her garden
Strange young man came riding by
Saying fair young maid, will you marry me
This then, sir, was her reply
Oh no,
Okay
This album is the results of Several months of work
And this album is made only by Me
So no feat or another thing
Or other that require other
wait for you
There by the backstage door
And they're hoping to
Be the one
And when you start to sing
You will be their everything
And when you start
That I can take a bottle or can leave it alone
And if her daddy doesn't like it he can keep his daughter at home
And young Johnny will go rovin' with
never even called me by my name.
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings.
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride.
And you don't have to call
too young to understand
They say I'm caught up in a dream
Well life will pass me by if I don't open up my eyes
Well that's fine by me
So wake me
Fairy tales can come true, it can happen to you
If you're young at heart.
For it's hard, you will find, to be narrow of mind
If you're young
together
While our hearts were young
I'm a-walking in the rain
Tears is falling and I feel the pain
Wishing you were here by me
To end this misery
I will go to the gallows at sunrise
They say I am going to hang
Through the opening will fall my young body
On the end of a rope I will swing
My
The blind stares
Of a million pairs of eyes
Lookin' hard but won't realize
That they will never see
The P
(You must be goin' blind)
Give me
Fairy tales can come true, it can happen to you
If you're young at heart.
For it's hard, you will find, to be narrow of mind
If you're young
You consider me the young apprentice
Caught between the Scylla and Charibdes
Hypnotized by you if I should linger
Staring at the ring around your
Christmastime, Christmastime
Christmastime, Christmastime
Oh-oh-oh
Take your sister by the hand
There's always room to understand
How long will it take
I
to introduce my
(My album, my album, my album, my album, my album, my album, my album)
Hope
What's my definition of success? (Of success)
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