I've got somebody and she pleases me when I am troubled she eases me A girl who's beauty goes beneath the skin and the country kind of shows in her grin
Do you always clean your medals on a wet weekend? And polish all your military ornaments? I bet you tell romantic stories about the war You never explained
Ac regnanti in celesti partia, amen I'm roaring in the name of God In all ancient words described in By-Gone times I pray for your reply oh - all knowing
There's a whisper in the air you breathe, Underneath the sky tonight There's a piece of you inside my heart, That runs to deep to describe. And you're
Hey, Mr DJ, can I make a request Somebody I love just up and left An' if I know her, she'll drive all night alone An' she just might have her radio
By the look in your down-turned eyes, you've had enough of these angry skies. I can't wait just like you can't wait until we're out, past familiar gates
oh yes oh yes oh yes oh yes oh no oh no oh no oh no oh yes oh yes oh yes oh yes oh no oh no oh no oh no oh yes oh yes oh yes oh yes oh no oh no oh no
Touched by a butterfly on my way home Flying who knows where Walking down that dusty road Without a care The sun was shining up in the country And
J'ai mal aux ch'veux j'me d'mande c'que j'vais degeuler j'ai des toiles d'araignees plein les yeux et des fourmis dans le nez j'arrete les champignons
A wait, we know seems likely, i know this pateince goes safe-keeping, i know this house was constructed at the cost of dignity and with locked unawareness
There's a mark on my hand put there by the land. There's a mark on my hand put there by the land. Can't you see it's in me, can't you see? Can't you
everything I've got 'Cause I'm American-born and country by the grace of God We build a world of dreams on a big ol' piece of land We're free to so
well pick up and giddy-up sing the song of the western walk, of trailblazers crossing the mountain rock. and if i head west, i guess this is my sacrifice
When I was down at the landing people, Lord, waiting with my head hung down Lord, I was down at the landing, with my head hung down I could see everybody
(Chorus - 50 Cent) It ain't easy to make money (Whoo) So now everybody wanna take money (Uh huh, uh huh) You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money
rise and fall You weep, you slip, and you dive into the deep But will you become the compass who navigates this ship? Ride! Across the land and into