Translation: Blue Highway. Its A Long Long Road.
Translation: Hill, Dan. Its A Long Road.
night long. yeahhhh, ohh A woman needs, to beleive she can take the road she's never known A woman needs a few second chances. a little room for dancing, all night long. A
lights Its all going down that road blocks I never seen that many cops It was a setup, my whole damn crew's gettin' wet up Big time, some motherfucker dropped a
A G To The End The End Of The Road But Back In The Kitchen At The End Of The Stove Looks Like We At The End Of The O Drop A 4 In A 20 Ounce And Call It
the time, let's take a chance Let's take the world by the seat of its pants Let's make some noise, let's make it last Just give me a sign baby, keep
On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha You can listen to the engines moanin' Out its one note song You can think about the woman or the girl You
like I'm supposed I'm attacking my own soul I'm back in a lone mode I'm back on that long road And that road goes forever and ever I don't wanna love
Ahh With a smoking gun, Ahh Ahh With a smoking gun, Ahh Ahh I know you'd come, Ready to kill, With a smoking gun, Sounds faded: Girl: Through, A long road
don?t know Fresh air New ground to walk on Got the warm sunshine Tugging at me The road ahead is all I see Good times waiting my arrival It?s been a long
it on Lo-Jack It made its way home like a road map I fathered this If I mislead any kid that's fatherless That burden's on my soul as long I exist Generation
oh . . . You?re living in a lie You?re living in a lie You?re living in a lie Why do
my bendin' your ear This torch that I've found Must be drowned or it soon might explode So make it one for my baby One more for the road A long, long road
know what we're getting into But a forty mile walk would do us both a world of good And he sat down and watched me take off down the road Well, I walked
far away from home And I don't know a soul who's not been battered I don't have a friend who feels at ease I don't know a dream that's not been shattered
a long, long day I sure could use a friend Don't know what else to say I hate to abuse an old cliche But it's been a long, long day Its been a long,
a long talks, im a vergo theres so much that i think and don't get to say (about you, its all about you baby) hey girl its been a month or so and I've
so overwhelmed by its sheer intensity I had to pop myself a beer Yes, on these hallowed grounds, open ten to eight on weekdays In a little shrine under a