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White leather, mongoose Any weather, turn it loose From the shadows, monkey From the suburbs, catchy catchy Left my car, slowly slowly At the bar, softly
Ich sehe so hA¤ufig den alten Mann, Den Grauen, den Weisen Und seine Schriften. Ich sehe und denke so hA¤ufig daran, Die Lehre vergiften, Das Neue zu
Be sure before you say I love you that no other love you share I love too deep to have your thanks dear am I just a passing love affair Don't feel my
Well, I was born in Carolina, way back in the swamp I was a happy country boy 'til television came along It showed them far away places and it sho' was
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My buddy Blake was All-State With dreams of the NFL Jenny McClain had big brains She got a scholarship to Yale Then there was Herschel Who did two commercials
I said a bad word when I was a kid Mama said, that I'd be sorry for the sin that I did My daddy whooped me and the preacher said shame And I tried like
Spoken Words by The New Kung Pao Buckaroos (Little Jimmy Dickens, Whisperin' Bill Anderson, Brad Paisley,and Vince Gill) Brad: Where's George Bill: George
Well, hey, hey, Mr. Policeman Bet I can drive faster than you can Come on hoss, let's have some fun Go on shoot me with your radar gun You look bored
Strong like a mother holds her child Free as horses runnin' wild And real as a prayer on a lonely night And sure as the ocean tide Oh love, oh love Oh
You really left your mark On this old house and this old heart I see you everywhere And when I close my eyes you're still there And I know they want
A single red rose and a table for two A nice chardonay and an ocean view Ships comin' in and stars comin' out We sat and we talked 'til the place closed
Sing the wondrous love of Jesus Sing His mercy and His grace In the mansion's bright and blessed He'll prepare for us a place When we all get to Heaven
You may think I'm wrong for you And you're wrong for me To look at us on paper I would have to agree It could've been the moon light Could've been the
That sleepy little campfire, popped and kinda crackled We were heating up the pork and beans And Bubba said, "Man it don't get any better than this If
She?s 98 pounds, workin? down at the Dairy Queen With a noble V home perm and braces And he?s long haired, no job and just 19 They got a baby on the way