inside the bottle i had some good old buddy his names is whiskey and wine hey hey and for my good old buddy i spent my last dime hey hey my wine is good
stayed? Look at the good things , good things that I've made. I'm better without you , ever since you ran away. Been a lot of good things , good things
Chorus(Indecipherable) Verse 1: The key to everything, everybody here in America is the money. Some say that it's the root of all evil; brings wars
hard to realize Just look into her false colored eyes She builds you up to just put you down, what a clown 'cause everybody knows (she's a femme fatale) The things
? and if i asked for you to change would you change for me? Chorus all of these things i do for you, give me a chance to prove to you all of these things
well give good grace a try all i wanted was a little dance with lady luck but she wont give me a chance and what i could use is some good old grace,
Loving you, is killing me When you know it should be thrilling me Loving you, is choking me slowly When I'm with you i still feel real lowly Loving
moon (Ohh I) In my big hot air balloon (Ohhh I) Floating high into the darkness (Ohhh I) I hope I get there soon (Ohhh I) It so many things to do So
you make me smile baby uhm, you make me smile I think its safe to say things just havent been going my way no work coming in so my money's spent and
, what's with your girlfriend She ain't being loyal, no she ain't Hey there brother, what's with your girlfriend You should hear the things that she's
See I was driving over the moon In my big air balloon Flown it high into the darkness I hope I?ll get there soon There are so many things to do So many
me? and if i asked for you to change would you change for me? Chorus all of these things i do for you, give me a chance to prove to you all of these things
brother, what's with your girlfriend She ain't being loyal, no she ain't Hey there brother, what's with your girlfriend You should hear the things that
Mhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Cross this Road Mhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Strophe 1 When i was just a litle Boy, i would go to Play. Amd i would wonder so far from
Verse 1: The key to everything, everybody here in America is the money. Some say that it's the root of all evil; brings wars and other cells of upheaval
Miss Fortune Her dady was a very rich man He told me with sympathy: take caution If you wanna take my little girl's hand See money that I have might be good
