Lyrics:
the tent
Trend setter, red beam for plexing
Crawling, living the life of a Texan
Get down your block three in the morning, waking the hood up
Crawling
I was driving through Georgia in late July
On a day hot enough to make the Devil sigh
I saw a homemade sign written in red
Rind County Watermelon
gone, yeah, that's the vision
Spice it up, I'm in the kitchen
Got the Ghost, but I write the writtens
Write it all out like a transcript
Demons out
inside my head are stabbing me in the skull
With some big red sharp signs screaming « wasted time »
So I see the nights go on and on, and my pillow waiting
(Buddy Brock/Zack Turner)
I was driving through Georgia in late July
On a day hot enough to make the Devil sigh
I saw a homemade sign written in
on a weather-beaten shack, a little fishing boat near by with "High Heels" written on the back.
Ooo. Ooo. Ummm. Um!
High heel shoes on the floor beside
on coo-coo
Candy wetter than do, banging nothing but Screw
Reclined on buck, like I'm stuck in the mud
Ripping my mug cause I'm thug, sipping straight out
praises them
A wound, within a wound
Within a wound
Red All Over
All written down in a
Journal of a Madman Martyr
Red All Over
Written in blood
in
But you just got caught in the red
And I can't
(No I can't)
Can't play nobody's fool
(Can't)
Not even for you
Baby
You couldn't
(Play by the rules)
I
But you just got caught in the red
And I can't
(No I can't)
Can't play nobody's fool
(Can't)
Not even for you
Baby
You couldn't
(Play by the rules)
I
way
Round in circles I'd go
Longing to tell you
But afraid and shy
I'd let my golden chances
Pass me by
Soon you'd leave me
Off you would go
In
(Ghost) Riders In the Sky
Vaughn Monroe
Peak Billboard position # 1 in 1949
Monroe may not have sung it precisely this way but a recording by
Early one morning the sun was shining
I was laying in bed
Wondering if she'd changed at all
If her hair was still red
Her folks they said our lives
written
Plot change, creation of a better figure
Yea read the riddle in me
Yea you gonna have to deal with the
RED DEVIL
I infinitely climb
Im living life in those times the written by the scribes
Looking out for those signs Look up to the skies
Opening up those eyes
in pools of blood, and forever the rivers run red
Flowing unholy passion, ripped away the worth and pride
Now in fear bound by hell, no more secrets
and vaudefillian famous
For singing "Swannee"
Written with words by Irving Ceasar
And music by Ira
Gershwin in 1919 became a big hit for
Jolson in 1920 and was
Early one mornin' the sun was shinin',
I was layin' in bed
Wond'rin' if she'd changed at all
If her hair was still red.
Her folks they said our
(...???..., yeah)
- Ian Paice on drums, yes.
Alright
There once was a woman
A strange kind of woman
The kind that gets written down in history
Her name
that old red bench
And huddled around so no one could see
What we were holding in our hands with sweaty fingers and tremblin´ knees
We were the heroes
storm-wracked bites
I gave her Eden after the flood
Written in the dead of night
And riding on the burning wind
Smitten by her red delight
My words alight
are gonna start going your way
In time
They'll be laughing in your face
I know it's hard
Keeping up with the rat race
The madness of folly is written
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
By the shores of Gitche Gumee
By the shining Big Sea Water
Downward through the evening twilight
In the days that are forgotten
From the land
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