Lyrics:
scars
Oh, Lord have a little bit of pity
On my poor old heart.
I oughta know by now
After all this debt
And heartache lessons
I could go without
A pistol shot at five o'clock
The bells of heaven ring
Tell me what you done it for
No I won't tell you a thing
Yesterday I begged you
Before I hit
hard to get to Heaven
Hell, I go there every night
(It ain't hard to get to Heaven)
I don't need a stairway
Just a little dance down the hallway
the evenin'
Honey at suppertime
So by my little honey
And love me all the time
Put your arms around me
And swear by stars above
You'll be mine forever
Genres are a funny little concept, aren't they?
Yes, they are
That Beyoncé Virgo shit
In theory, they have a simple definition that's easy
Away in a manger, no crib for his bed,
the little Lord Jesus laid down his Sweet head.
The stars in the bright sky looked down where he lay,
to see
They're a part of heaven right here on earth at 4-0-33
And our love's on the day you can see many people drive by
For look at the house they think
I once was lost in sin but Jesus took me in
And then a little light from
Heaven fill my soul
It bathed my heart in love and
He wrote my name above
Away in a manger, no crib for his bed,
The little Lord Jesus laid down his Sweet head.
The stars in the bright sky looked down where he lay,
Two little children, a boy and a girl
Sat by an old church door
The little girl's feet
Were as brown as the curl
That fell on the dress that she
to see
They're part of Heaven right here on earth at Four-O-Thirty-Three
At all hours of the day, you can see many people drive by
For a look
that she knows
I'm the wiggle in her walk
I'm the giggle in her talk
I'm the happy little song she sings
She wears my love for all to see
Sail on by
AWAY IN A MANGER
Writer W.J. Kirkpatrick
Away in a manger, no crib for His bed, The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head, The stars in the sky
My cane by my side, (Yes, your cane by your side)
Now fetch me a little gin, son (ain't got no gin, father)
What? 'Fore I tan your hide, now, (you're
My cane by my side, (Yes, your cane by your side)
Now fetch me a little gin, son (ain't got no gin, father)
What? 'Fore I tan your hide, now, (you're
My cane by my side, (Yes, your cane by your side)
Now fetch me a little gin, son (ain't got no gin, father)
What? 'Fore I tan your hide, now, (you're
From the new album "Time The Conqueror"
GIVING THAT HEAVEN AWAY
By Jackson Browne
Pretty Nova, one year over
Legal age of consent
In the flower
Away in a manger, no crib for his bed,
the little Lord Jesus laid down his Sweet head.
The stars in the bright sky looked down where he lay,
O little town of Bethlehem
How still we see thee lie
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
Picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of heaven for just you and I
When we're alone
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of heaven for just you and I
When we're alone
There is no rose of such virtue
As is the rose that bare Jesu,
Alleluia.
For in this rose contained was
Heaven and earth in little space,
Away in a manger, no crib for his bed,
the little Lord Jesus laid down his Sweet head.
The stars in the bright sky looked down where he lay,
Away in a manger, no crib for his bed,
the little Lord Jesus laid down his Sweet head.
The stars in the bright sky looked down where he lay,
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