Letras:
Wayne Jimmy Just A Dream

down on my knees and pray for a miracle God, bring her back to me that's what I'd do But it was just a dream, just a dream It was just a dream

down on my knees And pray for a miracle God bring her back to me That's what i'd do But it was just a dream, just a dream It was just a dream

mornin') (Woke up this mornin') Woke up this mornin' and (My dreams gone bad) Got yourself a gun (gotta hold, a-wind yourself up) A-got yourself a gun

of a night fight, bright lights, white ice to the fans The radio is just a stereo, like a house and a home, a chair is just a chair, ask Luther Van Go