walls of your house And I'll die there and lay and rot like a dead mouse I'm packing a sickle I'm on your roof and I'm playing the fiddle You want me
felt more alive! Living one step at a time... I spent the fall in transit circling the moon like a cat on a hot tin roof like a fiddle without a tune
long way Been a long way to the light I spent the fall in transit Circling the moon Like a cat on a hot tin roof Like a fiddle without a tune I found
on the host strow actin' bicoastal Bitch, try to play the middle, snitch, wind up in the hospital Cat on a hot tin roof with no fiddle Put your money
you're gonna play in Texas You gotta have a fiddle in the band So he dusted off our boots And put our cowboy hats on straight Them Texans raised the roof
1 1 1 5 5 1 1 Like a nightbird's wail when the wind is still The sound of river and a whippoorwill Like the driving rain on a roof of tin Her words of love call out to him Fiddle
think, is the thing to do; Get busy on a day that is fair and bright, Then patch the old roof till it's good and tight." But the old man kept on a-playing
from here My people, there's no tellin' Are you ready to go When it's time to get Back on the road just to see you? On this narrow path We got no time
from here, My people, there's no tellin'... Are you ready to go When it's time to get Back on the road just to see you? On this narrow path We got no
about the Heartland The only place I feel at home Sing about the way a good man Works until the daylight's gone Sing the rain on the roof on a summer
What's that up on the roof? The snow is falling down Up in some northern town But a Carolina Christmas Is still the best around Wrap up your teddy bear
Io da grande partiro soldato con la giacca nuova e col fucile, con la giacca che tu m?hai cucito serviro la patria, a costo di morire. Mamma, oppure
Era tan dura Como la piedra de mi mechero Me asaltan dudas De si te quiero Eres tan fria como el agua que baja libre de la montana. Y no lo entiendo
A little bit of this, a little bit of that. A pot, a pan, a broom, a hat. Someone should have set a match to this place years ago. A bench, a tree. So
Is this the little girl I carried? Is this the little boy at play? I don't remember growing older When did they? When did she get to be a beauty? When
biddy biddy rich, Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man. I'd build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen, Right in the middle of the town. A fine tin roof
Little Bird, Little Chavala I dont understand whats happening today Everything is all a blur Gentle and kind and affectionate The sweet little bird you
