When I was young, I used to wait On the boss and give him his plate And pass him the bottle when he got dry And brush away the blue tail fly Jimmy, crack
You're waitin' by the car as I pull in And this is where the ending begins Lookin' like you made up your mind Like anything I say would be a waste of
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I've got a tiger by the tail it's plain to see I won't be much when you get through with me Well I'm losin' weight and turnin' mighty pale And it looks
I just pulled onto the highway in my little foreign car Well it's rainin' and the road is really bad Never saw that big ole diesel but I heard him hit
I've got a tiger by the tail it's plain to see I won't be much when you get through with me I'm losin' weight and turnin' kinda pale Looks like I've got
I've got a tiger by the tail, it's plain to see I won't be much when you get through with me Well, I'm losin' weight and a turnin' mighty pale Looks like
Baby, what do you say, we just get lost Leave this one horse town like two rebels without a cause I've got people in Boston, ain't your daddy still in
(Written by S. Davis/M. Winwood/S. Winwood) / (O. Hayes/A. Williams/V. Rice.) Well, my temperature's risin' Got my feet on the floor Got twenty people
Way up high in the Sierra peaks Where the yellow jack pines grow tall Old Sandy Bob and Buster Jiggs Had a roundup camp last fall Oh, they'd taken the
If you ever think too much is not enough to get you off If you ever get too close to the edge, then don't look off 'Cause you never know when you might
I'm a mess, that's the best way to describe it I leave no time to myself, the only way I can fight it When I'm alone it's like I'm staring into a mirror
Schwere Schritte rumpelnd rollen die Karawanen Tiefer in den Wald wir platten die Platanen keiner wei? wieso wohin doch alle ahnen Hinter jeder Kurve
You say, I only hear what I want to And you say, I talk so all the time, so And I thought what I felt was simple And I thought that I don't belong And
Do you eat, sleep, do you breathe me anymore? Do you sleep, do you count sheep anymore? Do you sleep anymore? Do you take plight on my tongue like lead
Who would steal on Sunday? Who'd made them believe, make believe? Who'd buy a prayer when you can pray for free? If the way you drank your coffee was
Those were rose-colored times on rides with your eyes closed. Those were rose-colored times on rides with your eyes open wide. Shabby tried to comb her