Lyrics:
The briar patch
no don't throw me in the briar patch
you can cut off all my toes, but not the briar patch
you can fill me full of holes, but not
I fell asleep down by the stream
And there I had the strangest dream
And down by Brennan's Glenn there grows
A briar and a rose
There's a tree
the ghost of the scarlet town crier
I was dead upon my feet
I sing the red rose and the briar
I sing the red rose and the briar
The waitress told me her
A bunch of down home boys and some blue jean girls
Kicking up the dirt and shooting out the lights
Life can be an ol' briar patch
Gotta dance your way
HER OWN SWEET WAY
As the rose raps round the briar
Fallow-diddle, fallow-diddle, fallow diddle day
Hopes and dreams will grow much higher
Finding
the fire
And I've had to live with some hard promises
I've crawled through the briars
I'm an insider
It's a circle of deception
It's a hall
I tell ya a thing, foxy little flirt
I caught you in the briar patch
Liftin' up your skirt, well let me tell ya
What you been doin' in the briar
old church yard
They buried her beside him.
And out her grave, there sprang a rose
And out of his a briar
The rose and briar grew so high
They rose up
I fell asleep down by the stream
And there I had the strangest dream
And down by Brennan's Glenn there grows
A briar and a rose
There's a tree
voice like a star.
Grown together, brambles and briars.
Sown to weather sunshine and showers
We're brambles and briars.
Mountains and rivers,
And the clergy's chosen man
Bushes and briars, you and I
Where do we stand?
I wonder if he knows I'm here
Watching the briars grow.
And all these people
And the clergy's chosen man
Bushes and briars, you and I
Where do we stand?
I wonder if he knows I'm here
Watching the briars grow.
And all these people
The wolf is on the hill
The bird is in the briar
The thorn is on the rose
And your time is on the wire
Those days of grave concern
Have turned
Out past the briars and bees"
The rivers rolling slow, yeah, and there's jasmine in the breeze
While we can, let's take a chance
Don't get many
the briars
(The wind is beating through the briars)
The dying stag is on his side.
(Hunters hiding, up on high.
The wind is beating through the briars
And the clergy's chosen man
Bushes and briars, you and I
Where do we stand?
I wonder if he knows I'm here
Watching the briars grow.
And all these people
for his friends
Knowing every second lost death moves closer in
Artimus ran harder than he ever ran before
Through those Mississippi briars
cousin Fred
Share a bowl of the briar's tea
A problemistic castle that we can steep
Alva brava delta
We have reports of and reading of foxtrot, charlie,
to hide like a rabbit in the briars
There ain't no better place to live than in a house on fire
Well I'm a strange cat
And she's a lotta crazy
But we go
Night and day did he wander, year and month did he ride
Finding wonder on wonder that had laid deep inside
And seven years later, he came to a briar
Where
I awoke to true love’s kill
Pulled me out of sleep so still
T’was the day the curse was born
Heart twisted in briar thorn
I awoke to true love’s
the cats and the dogs, & a frog starts out as a pollywog. The best blackberry cobbler is made from scratch, and worth every one you get from the briar patch.
shine up my back
And I am straight as briars
Come bending past
Just look for branches tied in bows
'cause I love you to ribbons
And you can take them with
a green briar
They grew and they grew on the old church wall
And could not grow no higher
And there they tied in a true love's knot
The rose bush
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