Lord, it chills on my pillow Ice, ice water, ice water in my baby's bed Yes Lord, it chills on my pillow Ice, ice water, ice water in my baby's bed Oh
you love me is frightening you better knock (knock ,knock) on wood ,baby ,I better knock Think I better knock ,knock ,knock on wood think I better knock ,knock ,knock on wood
Translation: Woods, Oscar. Lone Wolf Blues.
and reason, I believe in. Alabama soft-spoken blues again, Alabama soft-spoken blues again. Early morning fog is rolling in, Time for leaving. Alabama soft-spoken blues
Got them old, Wildwood blues Got them old, Wildwood blues Wildwood town, some bad news Got them old, Wildwood blues Drinking beer by the sea Giant baseball
While the wait for happiness, can be agony An eternity in death, can be much more easily achieved It's the truth in true despair, deepest roots, darkest blues
When I come home at the end of the day, everything is just where I left it... No one has called, nothing has changed, everything is just how I left it
Trying hard to enjoy the night, to make the best of my time And I would kill to know what it's like to feel tonight With each cold sip of life, which
We dug this hole for ourselves, but we'll gladly bury you instead After having sacrificed yourselves, by standing in our way I can hold the Iron Grudge
It's never too late to admit that you were wrong, when the journey has made you wise enough to know the time has come, to end the tradition. We came
I am not, that good anymore, and maybe I never was, But I'll play my heart out for you, one more time. For in my old age, all I can do is play for you
Rejection from ourselves, will only lead to reflection in the peace and quiet The sooner we quit trying to find the sound, the sooner we'll find ourselves
and I'm at home in the Northern Cold My blues are so dark they are black. The roots are buried, so deep in the past. See my roots, for they are true. Feel my blues
The fire still burns, when you are gone. Life in the North goes on without you. My fire will burn, with you or not. My passion will overcome. Year's
Ripping down the valley of asphalt Through a brainstorm of snow and ice Where dynamite blasted the Canadian Shield, I ride Highways 17 and 69 I understand
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For those who think they are brave Because they've never been afraid. Who judge those enduring consequences, When they have always been saved. To all
We stood in the sand we stared at the stars What good is any of it now? These were the moments in our lives That invoked years of silence And after all