I lost someone A million to one Ten thousand people Under my fault Someone, the one My one, the only one That's the someone The someone, the only one
Start spreading the news I'm leaving today I want to be a part of it New York, New York These Vagabond shoes Are longing to stray Right through the very
Well, I love you, baby But you got to understand When the Lord made me He made a ramblin' woman He made me, he made me Some folks, some folks might say
They ask me how I feel and if my love is real And how I see the things that I know I'm gonna make it through They looked at me and frowned They drove
I wanna tell you I've always wanted to tell you But I never had the chance to say What I feel in my heart from the beginning 'Til my time today I was
I'm gonna steal a silver stallion With not a mark upon his silky hide And teach him he can trust me like a sister One day we'll saddle up and ride And
A woman left lonely will soon grow tired of waiting, She?ll do crazy things, yeah, on lonely occasions. A simple conversation for the new men now and
In the jukebox of her memory The list of names flips by and stops She closes her eyes And smiles as the record drops Then she drinks herself up and out
written by: Ryan Pugal My Hearts, Beating Waiting for you to come home, Im still, Waiting Waiting patiently for your call Needing, To free me Is not
sin pagar apuntalo en la cuenta Con la violencia densa de un poema de Bukowsky en la encimera viendo television Mediocridad premiada gracias a los indices de audiencia prefiero una jukebox
da jukebox plays, I be the jack in the box I be comin? down on yo ass like I got red sox on me, When da jukebox plays, I be the jack in the box I be
Translation: Difranco, Ani. Jukebox.
Translation: Popes. Jukebox.
Translation: The Popes. Jukebox.
Translation: Ryan Pugal. Jukebox.