Everything seems to be up in the air at this time Everything seems to be up in the air at this time One day soon, it'll all settle down Everything seems
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, No No Dejemos No Dejemos Que Se Apague, No No Dejemos Que Se Apague, No No Dejemos No Dejemos Que Se Apague, No I no wanna a thing in this song this
to drink The McKenzie's drank all the grain alcohol So I'm headed down the street to first call Me and the Bads were staying up late Kitty and Victor
The Cowboy Song --------------- Tears fall....They scarred your innocent teens. Love's fool....The company you envy. Leaves fall....The seasons pass
there that waited to get me This ain't a song about that this is a song about this Gordon gano: vocal, acoustic guitar Brian ritchie: acoustic bass guitar, banjo, electric guitar, jaw harp Victor
me me 'round I'm gon' sing you a song, baby I ain't gon' sing no more I'm gon' sing this song, baby I ain't gon' sing no mo' I'm gon' hang 'is mandolin
[SPM] Baby, locked up...I miss you so much You'll always be my girl This is a love song, y'all, about this girl Sometime she a dike like a verna show
reigning o'er us Binding all within its span Ever singing, march we onward Victors in the midst of strife Joyful music leads us onward In the triumph song
give up on the song write, cause Lethal ain't fessin' [Alias] With the tintinnabulation heard above every third word Through sealed lashes I grasp at straws Who's the victor
the music I'll provide There are songs that I've written recently Like 'It Will Be Done', 'Thy Will Become' Not this or that or thee But something far more mature like Victor
words by Adrian Mitchell, music by Arlo Guthrie Victor Jara of Chile Lived like a shooting star He fought for the people of Chile With his songs and
Text by Vicomte Victor Marie Hugo Music by Franz Liszt Oh! quand je dors, viens auprA?s de ma couche, comme A PA©trarque apparaissait Laura, Et qu'en
. I got my gal, and got my song, Got Hebben the whole day long! Got my gal, got my Lawd, got my song! I got plenty o' nuttin' An' nuttin's plenty for
gon' Well, she says, 'I'm tired Daddy, singin' these lonesome songs' Woo-well, she says 'I'm tired of singin' these lonesome songs' She say, 'I ain
song An I'm movin' home Oh the joy, great joy, of rollin' home And I sing a wonderful song Oh, I sing a wonderful song Oh, the joy, the joy, the joy
yearly by way of a local song. The bishop and castle move in defense of pawns. I'm rolling, I'm tumbling a twenty sided die. A legend grows yearly by way of local song
the second weighs Arrayed with rage of war Good if you see two men in race for victors ancient lore Bloodeagle carved With a bone-biting sword Song