Down the road, come a junco partner He was loaded as could be He was knocked-out, knocked-out loaded And he was singin' this song to me Six months
Take a walk, I can't walk Down the road came a Junco Partner Hey mister he called out to me And it was three things he said [Incomprehensible] Junco
(The Clash) Down the road came a Junco Partner For he was loaded as can be He was knocked out, knocked out loaded He was a'wobblin' all over the street
Down the road came a Junco Partner boy he was loaded as can be he was knoked out loaded he was wobbling all over the street Singing 6 months aint no sentence
Vertaling: Die Botsing. Junco Partner.
Vertaling: Harry Connick Jr. Junco Partner.
: (The Clash) Down the road came a Junco Partner For he was loaded as can be He was knocked out, knocked out loaded He was a'wobblin' all over the
: Down the road came a Junco Partner For he was loaded as can be He was knocked out, knocked out loaded He was a'wobblin' all over the street Singing
Down the road came a Junco Partner boy he was loaded as can be he was knoked out loaded he was wobbling all over the street Singing 6 months aint no
Down the road came a Junco Partner For he was loaded as can be He was knocked out, knocked out loaded He was a'wobblin' all over the street Singing
: Acepto el reto de la hoja en blanco igual que un duelo con revolver bajo el sol de OK Corral, llamame Doc Holly day del wordplay, original Smith &
Acepto el reto de la hoja en blanco igual que un duelo con revolver bajo el sol de OK Corral, llamame Doc Holly day del wordplay, original Smith & Weason
SNOWBIRD Writer Gene MacLellan Beneath this snowy mantle cold and clean The unborn grass lies waiting for its coat to turn to green The snowbird sings
Beneath its snowy mantle cold and clean The unborn grass lies waiting for its coat to turn to green The snowbird sings the song he always sings And speaks
(words & music by Gene MacLellan) Beneath this snowy mantle cold and clean The unborn grass lies waiting for its coat to turn to green The snowbird sings
Beneath this snowy mantle cold and clean The unborn grass lies waiting for its coat to turn to green Snowbird sings the song he always sings And speaks
Beneath this snowy mantle cold and clean The unborn grass lies waiting for its coat to turn green The snowbird sings the songs he always sings And speaks
