Oh I wish I was in the land of cotton Old things they are not forgotten Look away, look away, look away Dixieland Oh I wish I was in Dixie, away, away
Oh I wish I was in the land of cotton Old times they are not forgotten Look away, look away, look away Dixie land Oh I wish I was in Dixie away, away
Wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned Wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned Wake you up and as I stare in your,
Billy Rose was a low rider, Billy Rose was a night fighter Billy Rose knew trouble like the sound of his own name Busted on a drunken charge, driving
What's going on Oh, mother, mother There's too many of you crying Oh, brother, brother,brother There's for too many of you dying (too many dying) You
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In the time when darkness ruled No one saw the light In the cold black emptiness Victims of the night You can't fight what you can't see To be or not
Born with the fire in my blood, can't live without it Something that gold can never buy It doesn't matter who you are, or what you're thinking If you
I now will tell you all a story, that no one ever heard before It is the tale about the fury, remember wisdom is your strength It said you're such a fool
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Everyone is searching for the meaning of our life Reading 'bout the hell and heaven, believing all those lies Look upon yourself, imagine you are two
You Don't Remember, I'll Never Forget Liar Queen In Lobe Crying Fury Fire Magic Mirror Dark Ages Trilogy Suite Op.5
Part One: The Opening Lepaca Draconis Nox Tarados Part Two: Morning Star Red Dragon from the first morning of time, Red Dragon of ancient depths of the
Well, the last time I remember that train stopping at the depot, Was when me and my Aunt Veta came riding back from Waco, I remember I was wearing my
Mary Martin was a schoolgirl, Just seventeen or so, When she married Billy Archer About fourteen years ago; Not even out of high school, Folks said it
(S. Fromholz) Six o'clock silence Of a new day beginning, Is heard in the small Texas town; Like a signal from nowhere, The people who live there Are
Kids cruise away, pack of chickenshits This guy is ours, dark stains on his pants Enough to make a butcher out of the bone Take a walk in the park? Shit
