A lonely road crossed another cold state line Miles away from those I love, purpose hard to find While I recall all the words you spoke to me Can't help
[Tweet] Now either way it goes I hope ya know I'm outta here I was true to ya, yes Gotta move, Gotta jet It ain't nothin' what it use to be It's gotten
Long were the nights when my days once revolved around you Counting my footsteps praying the floor won't fall through again And my mother accused me of
[Chorus - Lil Wayne] X2 Hey See me point the gun at y'all, me no play Me come for murder them on the cowboy way Me lick a shot sprayed from me set me
Dear John, right now you're probably wondering Where I am, who I'm with And why you're reading this But before I go into, what I'm up to let me confess
Here are the books of Luke You need them to open the seed To see what goes on in the world Here in my mind Catch the wind and hold on tight To what we
Darling can you see something inside Can't be denied it's the way that you feel If you want it, you gotta try Taking the best of the lesson you know
Moving down the highways of my life Makin' sure I stay to the right Moving down the highways of my life So I shan't be concerned with the other side of
Come down off your throne and leave your body alone Somebody must change You are the reason I've been waiting so long Somebody holds the key But I'm
Well my mama told me, my papa told me too Now my mama told me, papa told me too Well I shouldn't be here tryin' to sing these railroad blues Wish I had
Thought I heard a blackbird singing Up on Bluebird Hill Call me a whinin' boy if you will Born where the sun don't shine And I don't deny my name Got
A trailer for sale or rent Rooms to let fifty cents No phone, no pool, no pets I got no cigarettes About two hours of pushin' broom Buys a three by twelve
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
When are you gonna come down? When are you going to land? I should have stayed on the farm I should have listened to my old man You know you can't hold
I'm sittin' in the railway station, got a ticket for my destination On a tour of one-night-stands, my suitcase and guitar at hand And every stop is neatly
Give me that plenty of that guitar For I've been traveling on a boat and a plane In a car on a bike with a bus and a train Traveling there, traveling
I heard you slippin' down the hall Tell me did your shadow trip and fall Over you babe Movin' that slowly Did you think you could waste my time? Comin
Dear diary, what is wrong with me? 'Cause I'm fine between the lines Be not afraid, help is on its way A sentence suspended in air, way over there Dear