bones He's the hobo kid who's left his home And his Beatles records and the Rolling Stones This boy is staying acoustic There's Seeger singing in his heart
when he'd spent his last dime And Sammy took to stealing when he got that empty feeling For a hundred dollar habit without overtime And the gold rolled
empty stages waiting for their empty performances, A thousand empty faces waiting for their empty stances. How many times must we hear rehashed versions
published Round and round the world The heart did not believe Many hurt men wondered Many struck men bled Magic never faltered Magic always led Many stones were rolled
We giving up on all the emptiness I fill it up with your sweet love beside me Ain't no fun to be a rolling stone inside You buy the feeling and you pay
published Round and round the world The heart did not believe Many hurt men wondered Many struck men bled Magic never faltered Magic always lead Many stones were rolled
study it for a while No sticks and stones can hurt us Nor the liars or the thieves We'll use the stones to ring our garden And the sticks to gather
Leaning sideways with my fitted straight With 27's on point, the paintjob are new york minute made Check my armor no clouds in my stones Projects ringin
Sam Stone ©John Prine Sam Stone came home, To his wife and family After serving in the conflict overseas. And the time that he served, Had shattered
her so take her from this place preparing the final torment of its empty space empty space a silent, empty space silent empty space
piece, I release firepower, only I'm controlling We put in work and got the right brothers rolling When hell kicks off we lick off keeping mine hard Like stone
turned and he cried, pointing to the centre of an empty sky There she is, my Lady true! Her laughter cuts my heart in two! Her eyes are blank, her face is stone
s get together tonight I got some money in my jeans and I'm really gonna spend it right Been a-doin' my homework all week long now the house is empty
cross Well, if He's still a-hangin' there I'm hopeless--I am lost I believe the tomb is empty And the stone's been rolled away And because of all this
his cold body of the begin. His melancholic face, empty of sensations, watches over the dead, motionless, rock of stone, on a parallel world. Angel of
, whoa unbroken chain, Looking for familiar faces in an empty window pane. Listening for the secret, searching for the sound But I could only hear the
'd spent his last dime And Sammy took to stealing When he got that empty feeling For a hundred dollar habit without overtime. And the gold rolled through