Have you seen my new shoes they are made out of wood, Such nice little shoes, don't you think they look good? I can dance all around with the greatest
Outside it's cold I'm walking down the road Which changed a lot since I passed it Here where now and then A bright light shines Was it a little while
By Richard Dobson I CAN FEEL YOUR ARMS AROUND ME LIKE IT WAS YESTERDAY I CAN FEEL YOUR HEARING NEXT TO ME AND HEAR YOUR LAUGHTER GAY YOU TRIED TO TELL
Where is everybody goin' Are Always learnin' never knowin' Try and stop the world from turning But it won't slow down I was the one you gave your heart
( Steve Cropper & Eddie Floyd ) Otis Redding : I don't wanna loose This good thing, Baby That I got If I do, now I would surely I gotta, I gotta
Find a little wood And have a little sleep, sleep there Find a little wood And have a little sleep, sleep there Find a little wood And have a little sleep
He got weights on his shoulders He got chains round his neck 'Fore he get very much older He be a nervous wreck Local boy chops wood, headlines read
Some days every word gets in our way You don't make sense of what I say And every answer begs another question why I didn't want to Maybe I could have
hide behind politics hide behind policy this is the modern age so we got you on radar hide behind fences put up our best defenses this is the modern age
Querido amigo como estas ya era hora de escribir desde hace tiempo quiero decirte lo que no puedo evitar es recordar. Aquellas noches en el blues
Pulled the rug under me and you set me free Walk around feel the floor, who could ask for more? Pull away, pull away, it could rain all day In the house
Grab your heart We need to leave There's no time to cry or grieve For the fallen family tree Rise above the flooding plain Crouching low to dark the
When wooden horses were in use I would have built one And left it for you But I wanted to know I just wanted to know How much are you? How much are you
I've tasted the wines of France And I've tasted the wines of Spain And though many a wine is the same There are none like the wines of Madeira I've courted
In paranoia I find genius But the ice-dreams have come with spiritless consequence A hatchet has been hidden between my eyes A hatchet gift-wrapped in
You came crashing into my life You pretend to work on a holy strife Only for whites and your disciples A bunch of fools breaking all the rules You are
We hit the floor just like her blue silk slip Dark puritan rose to the curve of her hip I did not know, it was too much, too much for me to handle To
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