God gave me the sunshine, Then showed me my lifeline I was told it was all mine, Then I got laid on a ley line What a day, what a day, And your Jesus
God gave me the sunshine, then showed me my lifeline I was told it was all mine, then I got laid on the late line What a day, what a day and your Jesus
it easy to move your feet [Larry:] I'm gonna add some bottom, so that the dancers just won't hide [Sly:] You might like to hear my organ playing "Ride
Writer - hank williams (f) we were waiting at the (c) church, We watched and saw the wedding (g7) start, As the (f) organ played, we (c) stood there
pledge allegiance all our lives To the magic colors red, blue and white But we all must be given The liberty that we defend For with justice not for all men History will
s gettin' hard to breathe And it's gettin' blurry, I'm gettin' worried 'Cause it's gettin' hard to see When you're living in the house of pain Wendy Williams
your head, your neck, your back, your legs Your kneecap, back smack your ass bitch And splatter your gall bladder my mathematical data Terror far beyond the stars of William
2:53 Little Willie John (Earl Liebieg) 1923 Pop Chart #13 Sep 5, 1960 King Single #5394 With Jimmy Palmer-piano, Fred Jordan-guitar William Willis-
lines will beat you like a backspin Yeah, like a backspin We got the jazz, my man Yo, who's got skills like Rahsaan Roland Kirk Or conduct like William
the people that thanked me Mainly those who ordain me, aside from can you blame me Motivation they was supplying me no longer providing me Jason Williams
all the trees that are in the wood, The holly wears the crown. [Chorus:] O the rising of the sun, The running of the deer, The playing of the merry organ
to the top Yo, yo I was speakin, to my guy 'Riq and How she was desperately seekin to Organize in a Konfusion Usin, no protection, told H.E.R. on Resurrection Caught in the Hype Williams
by Gram Parsons Thomas O Brown Lucinda Williams vocals/acoustic guitar David Crosby harmony Bernie Leadon guitar Chris Etheridge
There's a roadside jam playin' on the edge of town In a town called Paradise near the ancient highway When the train whistle blows All the sadness that Hank Williams
That he'd cut the radicals down Anarchist bastards was the name Judge Thayer called these two good men I'll tell you the prosecutors' names Katsman, Adams, Williams
On the resurrection morning when all dead in Christ shall rise I'll have a new body praise the Lord I'll have a new life Won't it be so bright and fair