out of tune at that His singin' voice it ranges from a sharp to a flat He's just desecrated "The Holy Ground", ripped apart "Black Velvet Band" Sang
in sight We sang a song together To help us through the night The song was sung with spirit But soft and like a choir And as the others sang along
she sang the blues of what she took from town And all that I recall that was said when I was young There's no one else could play or sing the songs he sung
sing The devils spread their wings And sang like angels So sweet So when the rainy season comes I hang my head For all the things I have seen and done And sung
ox road, the old millstream Pennies from heaven and darn that dream Nothin that I haven't sung about. I've sung some songs of sacrifice I've even sung
I've sung my songs on dusty roads and dirty city sidewalks To them sweatin' hard eyed brakemen, in the rail yards I rolled through I've sung in blue wall
on your worst ever day With your hind leg chained to a tree As I am made ready to concur the brute here's an old song my old man sang to me Go ridin'
We don't go to God's house anymore Well driving on, I tasted sweet salvation As we sung away the pulpit and the past The preacherman and me We sang
in sight We sang a song together To help us through the night The song was sung with spirit But soft, and like a choir And as the others sang along
and added harmony Then you sang the song you had written for me to someone new Oh, but nobody sings a love song quite like you do Oh, and nobody else can make me sing
, c'mon Let's make you happy Happy I've sung these blues, and I'm through Cause I don't know what I'm singing about I don't know what I'm singing about
I wanta sing About the things that make me happy I wanta sing About my brother and my mother and my sister and my pappy I wanta sing About the things
I'm asleep in my bed." (Sung) And the angel of music sings songs in my head Christine and Raoul: The angel of music sings songs in my head. Raoul:(
And if one day I should become A singer with a Spanish bum Who sings for women of great virtue I'd sing to them with a guitar I borrowed from coffee
name is Cool J I play for keeps, the microphone's my tool I've been holdin' back long enough, I had to bring it Jealousy is in the house y'all, fellas sing
And if one day I should become A singer with a Spanish bum Who sings for women of great virtue I'd sing to them with a guitar I borrowed from a coffee
of stone, Maggie Have each found a place of rest Is built where the birds used to play, Maggie And join in the songs that were sung For we sang just
needed to be fed And now he's bound for a glory all his own And now he is bound for glory He sang in our streets and he sang in our halls And he was