Lyrics:
There are times when you can beckon
There are times when you must call
You can take a lot of reckoning
But you can't take it all
There are
know
My soul's a little dirty 'cause my boots are too clean
It's been too long since I've seen
Rednecks, red letters, red dirt
One life, one bar,
England by the pound
Citizens of Hope and Glory
Time goes by
It's 'the time of your life'
Easy now, sit you down
Chewing through your Wimpey dreams
They
walls
I sit and watch the candle and the flicker of the flame
My writhing shadow twists and turns as though it is in pain
I'm trying to escape
the train
While below the cattle are thirstin' for rain
It's also true they say on the 3.10 to Yuma
A man may meet his fate
For fate travels ev'rywhere
There are times when you can beckon
There are times when you must call
You can take a lot of reckoning
But you can't take it all
There are
(Three-point-five clouds up my window, and I can't see it all)
(Paddy on the track)
(It reminds me that it's not so bad)
My lean's gone cold,
Three hearts will break in two
'Cause me, myself and I
Are all in love with you
Yes, it can't be denied, dear
You brought the sun to us
We'd be
a Champagne town
Are you tryin' not to miss me
Like I'm tryin' not to miss you now?
Blamin' you by two and me by three
It's plain to see, all I'll ever be
It's been said by those who ponder
That it surely is a sign
That a life touched by the stars
Is now running out of time
And that somewhere in that
The see-hole
A witness by design
Is going to laugh about it
The 3 ring circus
The box office smashed
The killing off of characters
see are silhouettes
And all you hear are castanets
And no one cares how late it gets
Not at Hernando's Hideaway
Ole
At the golden finger bowl
I have a number in my head
Thought I don't know why it's there
When numbers get serious
You see their shape everywhere
Dividing and multiplying
It's Friday and my bills are due
My 3 month old baby need some shoes
Can you feel what I'm going through
Clock on the wall keeps ticking tockin
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bass, bass, bass, bass
Nasty
Three
With music by our side
To break the color lines
Let's work
see are silhouettes
And all you hear are castanets
And no one cares how late it gets
Not at Hernando's Hideaway
Ole
At the golden finger bowl
Rough times are here to stay
There are women who have suffered
By the back of many man's hands
There are people who have disgraced themselves
on the TV
And that's about the time she walked away from me
Nobody likes you when you're twenty-three
And are still more amused by TV shows
What
of your mind
Are heartless at best
They keep you from your own recovery, I know
It takes fun out of living when you have no life
You can't insert, you
lines
The grass we find on the other side
Always seems to twist up twice as green (hey)
Well it's high time you and I got rollin'
Some place else we
It's time to skip count by two
Are you ready
Here we go
Skip counting by two
Is fun for me and you
Because every time we do
We jump up and down
pass me by
Three hearts will break in two
Cause me, myself and I
Are all in love with you
Me, myself and I
Are all in love with you
We all think
dancin'
They're on auto-destruct on the floor
On the pipe bouncin' off-a the wall
Hey, the people here are really
Tearin' it up on the side
In the back by
black and white
You are wrong and we are right
First we'll spank your big behinds
Then we'll twist your little minds
I'm Dr. Righteous (I'm Dr.
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