Lyrics:
Midnight, you heavy laden, it's midnight
Come on and trade in your old dreams for new
Your new dreams for old
I know where they're bought
I know
floor (how much longer?)
And he's old and he's stupid and he's hungry and he's sore
And he's blind and he's lame and he's dirty and he's poor
Gimme more,
Midnight, you heavy laden, it's midnight
Come on and trade in your old dreams for new
Your new dreams for old
I know where they're bought
I know
Midnight, you heavy laden, it's midnight
Come on and trade in your old dreams for new
Your new dreams for old
I know where they're bought
I know
never be in love again
My poor old heart will never mend
Oh I'll find someone to hold now and then
But I'll never be in love again
Something went
lack of soul
Whose misty fire, muses soul
Kneeling by the harm
Which is promising the way
His poor essence, under the truth
love and heart polish
Midnight, you heavy laden, it's midnight
Come on and trade in your old dreams for new
Your new dreams for old
I know where they're bought
I know
Midnight, you heavy laden, it's midnight
Come on and trade in your old dreams for new
Your new dreams for old
I know where they're bought
I know
as quiet as could be
He cut him down like a big
Oak tree when he said
It's been many years since we had to part
And I guess I learned his ways by heart
I
goodbye to it all
Now we've got our own place by the water
And I have a job in the old hotel
She is ready and she's hoping for a daughter
Well I don't
Midnight, you heavy laden, it's midnight
Come on and trade in your old dreams for new
Your new dreams for old
I know where they're bought
I know
Midnight, you heavy laden, it's midnight
Come on and trade in your old dreams for new
Your new dreams for old
I know where they're bought
I know
machine was invented by McBean
But we all make up the parts
Cut us up and take our hearts
She's a gear, you're a cam, I'm a cog
She's a gear, you're
him to come back
My eyes are blurred my poor old heart is breaking
As I'm writing you this letter edged in black
Then I bowed my head and in silence
delusional
Niggas crying like two year olds
Bullet holes come through the doors
I just crossed my heart, then I threw a rose
Damn, welcome to your funeral
the blues , is a achin' old heart disease
The blues, is a low-down achin' heart disease
Like consumption, killing me by degrees
I can study rain, oh oh
plainly brayed,
"Well, there's an angel about to strike you from the path"
Then old Balaam's eyes were opened
And he realized he'd been saved
By his
I'm gonna use what I got to get what I need
I'm gonna use what I use all I got
To get what I need, yeah
Look, I was born in a little old shack
Midnight, you heavy laden, it's midnight
Come on and trade in your old dreams for new
Your new dreams for old
I know where they're bought
I know
Midnight, you heavy laden, it's midnight
Come on and trade in your old dreams for new
Your new dreams for old
I know where they're bought
I know
and the parson talks, expounding of the Law,
I often think of poor old Bill--and how hard he was to saw.
to wash her feet
She leaves me there to mind the shop
While she nips in for another little drop
For the heart of the rowl is Dicey Reilly
Ah, poor old
poor old pappy
Was a goin' through
We'll meet person to person and man to man
From South Alabama to the promised land
I wanna speak man to man
With
I had a hand me down ride painted rattle can red
Second hand tires with poor boy tread
Made a lot of almost love in the bed of that
Truck that got
.jpg/214px-Sleigh_Bells_C04_(8176850057).jpg "Alexis Krauss")
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