Outside my window I can hear the radio And you know that Motor wagon is ready to fly 'Cause it's almost Saturday night Bye bye, tomorrow Jody's gone
His name is Doctor Long John and he answers every call You know, I went to Long John's office, I said "Doctor, the pain is killing me" I went to Long John
Away in a manger No crib for a bed The little Lord Jesus Laid down His sweet head The stars in the sky Looked down where He lay The little Lord Jesus
move you Glory, glory hallelujah Long, long live love Love is to care Caring and sharing Long, long live love, love, love, love, love Long, long live love As long
Anyway you'll never know the many ways I've tried And still they lead me back to the long, winding road You left me standing here, a long long time ago
No other face would take you off my mind You're so refined, you're much too kind I have to warn you, I'm never gonna set you free 'Cause I was born to
I've got respect from the community I've got my bridge game to look forward to I've got this chance, a golden opportunity As long as I keep doing what
Just about a year ago, I set out on the road Seekin' my fame and fortune, lookin' for a pot of gold Things got bad, and things got worse, I guess you
It's been rainin' this time, baby About a three long years, today It was rainin' this time About a three long years, today My baby went and left me And
Down along the cove I spied my true love comin' my way Down along the cove I spied my true love comin' my way I say, "Lord, have mercy, mama It sure
me How do I take another mirror How do I drink the whole shore I do greet you And slam the door in your face You come in anyways It's a long, long
Bob Dylan If today was not an endless highway. If tonight was not a crooked trail. If tomorrow wasn't such a long time then lonesome would mean nothing
best efforts don?t always pay Sometimes you get sick and you don?t get better That?s when life is short even in its longest days Life is short even in its longest
my name carved deep in the stone Now faded away 'cause we're long dead gone We're long dead gone, we're long dead gone, yeah Now faded away because we're long
(jimmy alan stewart/jim rudd) He'd known the ten commandments From the time he was five But in the jungles if vietnam there was no wrong or right He
not nearby Sing this lullaby to yourself Don't you cry, no don't you cry Sing this lullaby to yourself Cause when I arrive dear it won't be that long
Three it's a magic number Yes it is, it's a magic number Because two times three is six And three times six is eighteen And the eighteenth letter in the
The city is my jungle gym Look at this big great world that we're living in There's lots of fun to be had on these streets We can take a ride just you