I sweep alone Sweep the streets I used to own I used to roll the dice Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes Listen as the crowd would sing: "Now the old
got home last night And still no one knows how you got home last night If there were three old dances we could dance maybe Three old songs that we
in five minutes but I knew in a sentence So why do we go through all of this again? Your eyes are flutterin' such pretty wings A moth, flyin' into the same old
old guitar ain't mine to keep It's only mine for a while This old guitar This old guitar This old guitar This old guitar This old guitar This old guitar This old
Old yellow bricks, love's a risk Quite the little escapoligist Looked so miffed, when you wished For a thousand places better than this You are the fugitive
and then I pray for help But each time I try to make a fresh stab I end up just picking at an old scab
for the ride I hope I'm old before I die I hope I'm old before, old before I die Old before, old before I die Die, die, die Old before I die Die, die
STILL REVERE THE LESSONS LEARNED IN OUR DAYS AT DEAR OLD SHIZ OUR DAYS AT DEAR OLD... GALINDA: OH-OH-OH-OH-OLD... STUDENTS AND GALINDA: DEAR OLD SHIZ
't keep her hands off of me Oh, play me some old Alabama Oh, play me some old Alabama Won't you play me some old Alabama? Play me some old Alabama, won
in a mess Sleepy little smile with her head on my chest That's the you that I like best Gimmie that girl Gimmie that girl lovin' up on me Old t-shirt
the cashier Yeah, like I was still twenty-two I'll bitch about eighteen dollars for a gallon of gas Down at the Texaco Someday when I'm old Yeah, someday when I'm old
thinkin of you, cant stop thinkin of you. Old friend where you headed for now, Old friend where you headed for now, Old friend where you headed for now, Old
[chorus:] Old lovas Young at heart Puppy lovers Big old kids Both of us Co-exist Hand in hand We will be ripe... [repeat] [verse 1:] Old lovas
My old man's got a gun And he knows you're a tricky one He can't fail to make you run And I don't need you My old man's got a wife And she loves
think for myself I just wnat, honey, to told *I wanna old fashioned man Who's not afraid of a woman Keeps me in my place Takes me for granted, for granted I wanna old
like an old pair of shoes All worn out from walking through these blues There's a hole in my soul And I'm really feeling used I'm just like an old pair
old corral Just sittin', watchin' the sun go down Oh, how I'm wishin' that I could be there now Down at the old corral Down at the old corral Just sittin
Oh, Lord have a little bit of pity on my poor old heart Bruises, burns, lies, goodbyes, they've all left some scars Oh, Lord have a little bit of pity on my poor old