Lyrics:
And just a little talk with Jesus made me whole
Now let us have a little talk with Jesus
Let us tell Him all about our troubles
He will hear our
You don't know who you fucking with
Ain't no democrat, and by far I'm no republican
This the type of talk that'll probably piss off my publicist
May the good Lord bless an' keep you,
Whether near or far away.
May you find that long awaited,
Golden day today . . .
May your troubles all be
of Atlanta's throne
(I'm tha King)
If ain't want no trouble leave, shit, shoulda left the man alone
It's been seen, shown and evident Atlanta's known
Tha King
Arabic first name
Disturbed by the fame just like Kurt Cobain
Breath of life, kiss of death, my lips pursed the same
You flirt 'til she came
Nothin'
cup
That's why I know, yes, I know
Hallelujah, I just love him so
When I'm in trouble and I have no friend
I know he'll go with me until
me harm
I'm putting all my troubles behind me
I don't feel the same when I'm away from your smile
'Cause you you're the one that can calm me down
you,
A bit of rain is never gonna hurt you,
So wait and the skies will all be blue.
It never rains but what it pours;
So what if all your troubles
favorite cup
That's why I know, yes, I know
Hallelujah, I just love her so
When I'm in trouble and I have no friend
I know she'll go with me until
and I are a part of them all
And they're all a part of Tom an me.
Hello young lovers, whoever you are,
I hope your troubles are few.
All my good
That's how I know
Hallelujah, I just love him so
When I'm in trouble and I have no friends
I know he'll go with me until the end
Everybody asks me
Traditional, arranged
By Arlo Guthrie
Come all you old time cowboys
And listen to my song
Please do not grow weary
I'll not detain you long
Vocals by Emmylou Harris, Dolly Parton, and Linda Ronstadt
written by Dolly Parton
© Velvet Apple Music (BMI)
Fly ye away from my window
look up, look up and sing God's praise
All our trials and troubles will soon be past
Oh, we'll rise to meet Him in the sky
We'll see our Savior by
the syringe still stuck in her arm
Dying a slow death, oh, she losing her dear mind
From the troubles of the world, feeling cursed by mankind
Uh, caught up
I have dreamed a dream, there a common man
Ah, hoping to rise to the top
I have sworn by my blood as your man, my love
That one day, I promise
to consciousness
The coldness grips my skin
The sky is pitching violently
Drawn by shrieking winds
Seaspray blurs my vision
Waves roll by so fast
Save my ship
loveless paradise
So I send you love by name, sealed with a kiss
Love, let it be the blame
Love affair
Love affair
Girl, I love you
I love you
If I could build my whole world around you, darlin'
First I'd put heaven by your side
Pretty flowers would grow wherever you walk, honey
And over
favorite cup
That's why I know, yes, I know
Hallelujah, I just love her so
When I'm in trouble and I have no friend
I know she'll go with me until
Written by Sammy Masters, Richard Pope and Tex Satterwhite
(As released by Patsy Cline 9/9/58)
If I could see the world
through the eyes
When I'm in trouble, when I'm in misery
And Lord, in my dying hour, stay with me
Lord
Oh oh Lord, I know You'll stand by Your word
Whenever I call You
I
Ain't no way that you could never know my struggle
As a child, goin' through shit way harder than blowin' out a bubble
I would know lot of trouble
Ohhh girl, I'd be in trouble if you left me now
Cause I don't know where to look for love, I just don't know how
Ohhhhhhhh girl, I'd be in trouble if
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