I can hardly bear the sight of lipstick On the cigarettes there in the ashtray Lyin' cold the way you left 'em But at least your lips caressed them while
Please don't make me answer you The world is big but my circles are small And please don't try to shut me out I'm in love that's all I'm not afraid to
(Paul Nelson/Gene Nelson) Charlie's got a gold watch Don't seem like a whole lot After thirty years of drivin' Up and down the interstate But Charlie'
We all were called to come back To the old home on the farm Mother's passed away, what a mournful day And as my daddy watched His eyes were filled with
There is a rose Grows in the moonlight And just like desire Creeps up in the night You'll never know How deep is the pain Until I hear you say That you
You like to carry my heart in a bag that's broken You're asking when do I stop, when the bottle's empty? Blacker than my father's soul, drunk enough to
Did you really think she'd let you in with that bouquet Welcome you with open arms and say, "It's okay" Well, them long stemmed apologies won't work no
Well I've got scars from what you've done I'll show 'em to you baby one by one I took my chances, I wanted more I found rust and I found thorns, you're
It turns us all around You know you never do it You pour the concrete in And praise and then you poo it Well, wipe the surface clean You know you
1. Rote Rosen im Garten Anemonen im Wald bläst der Wind über'n Rasen dann verwelken sie bald. 2. Rote Rosen im Garten Anemonen im Wald
von dir. Die Nacht der tausend Sterne Musik im Mondenschein und der Morgen war für uns zwei unendlich weit. Wenn in San Remo die roten Rosen bl
'n. Auf rote Rosen fallen Tränen ich schick sie dir als Abschiedsgruß sie sagen mehr als tausend Worte sie sagen dir ich hab' dich lieb. Auf rote Rosen
Rosen und du schenkst mir dein Herz dafür ich hab' dich lieb' amore mio all' das sag' ich dann zu dir. Denn heut' schenk' ich dir rote Rosen
es kommt der nächste Frühling und ich werde geh'n immer wieder sagen es war schön. Wenn in Petersburg die weißen Rosen blü
unbefleckt. Ihre Klingen spiegeln Fluten kalten Lichts, das aus dem Auge meines Vaters follt, in den Abgrund meiner Seele. Dorthin, wo schwarze Rosen
Don't know why you do the things you do do do Holding it together with some glue glue glue Your favorite color isn't red it's blue blue blue No one knows
Wonderful things of folks are said when they have passed away Roses adorn the narrow bed over the sleeping clay Give me the roses while I live trying
We were somethin', you and me Yeah, we had 'em rollin' in the aisles We got it right once, didn't we We had our shot and missed it by a mile Forget the
