She was driving last Friday on her way to Cincinnati On a snow white Christmas Eve Going home to see her Mama and her Daddy With the baby in the backseat
Right now he's probably slow dancing With a bleached-blond tramp And she's probably getting frisky Right now, he's probably buying Her some fruity little
make it to the Land of Glory Help me make it, I've got to find it, help me make it to the Land of Glory I keep searchin' for the Land of Glory, one
In she comes a ridin' on a mornin' sunrise I am left to believing all that is standing before my eyes And I wonder, now I wonder Would the sun have shone
When you look back on times we had, I hope you smile And know that through the good and through the bad I was on your side when nobody could hold us down
I've never been the kind that you'd call lucky Always stumbling around in circles But I must have stumbled into something Look at me am I really alone
While we're young and beautiful Kiss me like you mean it Treat me like I'm special Cover me with sweetness 'Cause a time will come When I'm not so young
Well she seemed all right by dawn's early light Though she looked a little worried and weak She tried to pretend he wasn't drinkin' again But daddy left
I was sitting on my doorstep, I hung up the phone and it fell out of my hand, But I knew I had to do it, And he wouldn't understand, So hard to see myself
18 years have come and gone, for momma they flew by but for me they drug on and on. we were loading up that chevy both trying not to cry, momma kept on
Du hast es im Radio gehA¶rt Und du bist am Boden zerstA¶rt Du hast sie im Fernsehen gesehen Bilder, die nie vorüber gehen Sie sagen es wird
backwash soul Like a fryin' pan when the fire's gone Drivin' my pig while the bands takin' pictures in the grass And my radio's smashed And I like pianos
When I was a growing boy A-rocking on my daddy's knee Daddy took an old guitar and sang Bury me on the lone prairie Uncle Bob sat at the piano My girl
never thought I'd be the marrying kind It was nothing to be always left behind From the ship that would sail with everyone on it I said, "Give me the land
pair of young lovers from a far away land Build a new life with two hard working hands They'll pay any price so their family Can live in the land of
a Philly, mix it up wit 40, bitch I know you hear the music, it's me B-Legit an the Ice Cream Man, in the land, we juss high as we can, we in Japan
I remember piano lessons The hours in freezing rooms Cruel ears and tiny hands Destroying timeless tunes She said there's too much out there Too much
're gonna have a real good time here They got wild women from Borneo Playin' the piano in your bungalow They got monkey women from the Amazon Or something really funky from the lands
