I came to town to search for gold And I brought with me a memory And I seem to hear the night wind cry Go hang your dreams on the hangin' tree Your dreams
Forgotten things remembered The tigers eat their young The body stayed but inside the head The mind was on the run Conspiracy of silence The only way
Las flores y la lluvia Me acompanan En mis horas de nostalgia Y de tristeza Me arrebata el pensamiento La distancia Para hacer de mi vida Una pavesa
He wants to add to the family tree He wants at least two or three He?s been waiting impatiently For me to add to the family tree There?s lots of
Pretty Little Girl Your Flowers Will Fade With The Promises You Made In The Tree Of Our Shade Pretty Little Girl Your Dreams Are All Gone You've Hurt
Wide open falsehood The clan destine truths Rival till the end In a series of duels Pardon the drapery language I choose Waltz in Vienna has taught me
Can you smell that McDonell it don't smell so well Or the one in the cage tipped over and fell And if we lived to see Sunday be able to tell Of the terror
We live on the streets now, we fight for our lives We fight for the flag now, we're all willing to die We don't run from anyone, we never back down If
Family car we barely fit Christmas time had come again Bundled up to fight the freeze Picking out the family tree We decorate with clumsy hands And hope
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The tree of hate stands wide and tall it covers the land the sea and the sky Its roots dig deep like poison things and all who feet on its branches will
Woman, you don?t know me, but you can bet that I know you Everybody in this whole darn town knows you too I brought along our little babies ?cause I wanted
(Doug Crider/Matt Rollings) There was a maple tree in our front yard When I was growin up, I'd climb up to the top And watch my brother trading baseball
Papa lazed in a county rest home And Mama lives on a rich man's farm Sister moved in with a stranger And here I am in another [Incomprehensible] And
Today is an important occasion She thinks that she must wear the right clothes The right combination of clothes will make her lucky But there are specific
( with moonshake ) Bowling along the street like an empty carton Mouthing words to music no-one else can hear Rolling in the gutter like a stolen hubcab
June, wake up, June The tree's on fire, June, oh no Love is a Christmas tree But don't think any old tree is safe Some have a long expire Turn your house