Nowhere you'd rather be than fifteen blocks away Tonight you're embracing it, tomorrow, who's to say Deem love unconditional but the real world don't
Sunken are the eyes of my creation into a glass containing smelly puss Whatever sense of gratitude I may have felt It went away too soon He was your
You couldn't possibly understand what I'm going through? I hope someday you'll have, better for you. In feeling sorry for you. I don't feel sorry for
Tonight I'm back at our old table in our favorite hide-a-way Where we used to laugh and dance and hear those happy fiddles play But the love she once
Ever since I was young I wanted to be somethin' like what I am We promote violins, yeah, check me out We promote violins, E-Swiftulaus, Kurupt Young
Can't you hear them, baby? Hear them, baby I thought that I'd never see you again Like all the good things, it had come to an end But tonight out of
Daylight breaks and the black birds call And the market stalls are all filling up, spilling over the streets High above, over Notting Hill I am floating
One night in Old Monterey by the silvery Rio Grande I fell in love as the Spanish violins played My lovely senoritas serenade The violins were singing
words i keep in here. thoughts that make me scared. always seem to show. your eyes let me know you know. it's not you. it's all me. as if me taking all
Woo, hoo, ooh, hey We're heading for the West Not heading for the East We gonna live our dream 'Cause we're wild and free We are heading for the West
Who's gonna be the dancer of fat Sally Lee? Who's gonna be the dancer of fat Sally Lee? Who's gonna be the dancer of fat Sally Lee? Who's gonna be the
I was working at the railroad On the train to Arkansas Last summer, I met a girl She came from nowhere in Idaho I can't get, no no no, just can't get
CHORUS: I'm riding in the desert and i'm heading into nowhere The sun is showing me the way i'm riding alone I'm looking for adventures cause i left my
If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eye Joe I'd been married long time ago Where did you come from, where did you go? Where did you come from, Cotton-Eye Joe
Wish you were here, me, oh my countryman, wish you were here Wish you were here, don't you know the stove is getting colder And I miss you like hell and
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm Light years to be found, gaze out of my window Want to feel what it is like to belong Lead us right through the night Help us find
Mary Lou, Mary Lou I can't go on living without you Mary Lou, Mary Lou I can't go on singing without you Mary Lou (Mary Lou) Mary Lou (Mary Lou) I can
You better hold on tight when we go hittin' the hay You better hold on tight and pray You better hold on tight 'cause we go hittin' the hay Or darling