home...country roads All my memories gather round her Miner's lady stranger to blue water Dark and dusty painted on the sky Misty taste of moonshine,
, country roads All my memories gather round her Miner's lady, stranger to blue water Dark and dusty painted on the sky Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop
gently touch your hair Then we'll walk together hand in hand The way it used to be The way you smile and kiss me tenderly Tears begin to fill my misty
sleep, I hear that whistle whining I feel her kiss in the misty rain And I feel like I'm a rider on a downbound train Last night I heard your voice
just want to hear some rhythm. I just want to hear some rhythm. I want a thousand guitars. I want pounding drums. I want a million different voices
michael l, spending nights in jail, Beneath the hells dungeon, with the drunkest tounge kids, We all haunted and unwanted, forgotten city, Where the air stays hot and misty
bad ears, taste the hell flames From the luger, sharpshooters marked lucifer Packed twin share of bones bones, rock hair-rab bone Voice like baritone, misty
and misty morning dew, she'd seen his oily face and he had touched her heart, taken it apart Though he never stopped to speak a word his voice was
whole room, her eyes are numb As she reads from a true love story From the pages of a book, her lover comes Her heart bleeds, it's a true love story Misty
Suddenly, you were gone From all the lives you left your mark upon I remember, how we talked And drank into the misty dawn I hear the voices, we ran
Weeping willow woman Ladled on the arm Of the misty coast of Albany With its charm Pining pillar of the wild willows end Womanly waiting For your
will wait for you, my dear And then there was silence Just a voice from the other world Like a leaf in an icy world Memories will fade Misty tales
from me, take it and I know for sure The light she once brought in is gone forevermore Like sorrowful seagulls they sang (We're) Lost in the deep shades, the misty
a new world expialidoucous hope he wrote this to let ya'll know, we as youth gotta grow As one voice we can go where we wanna go And learn what we need
a weed All my mem'ries gather round her miner's lady stranger to blue water Dark and dusty painted on the sky misty taste of moonshine teardrops in my
Dark and dusty painted on the sky misty taste of moonshine teardrops in my eyes Country roads take me home... I hear her voice in the mornin' as she
night To the waters where my soul may be cleansed There's a light at the river... [ guitar ] I can hear His voice saything come unto me dip your wings in the misty
and dusty, painted on the sky, misty taste of moonshine teardrop in my eye. Rit: country... Take me home, I hear her voice in the morning