were sweeter than the wine
Her hair was fragrant as the northern pine
And suddenly I knew that love was mine
Under blue canadian skies
She »
Under Blue Canadian Skies
The Complete Glenn Miller, Vols. 1-13
by Glenn Miller & His Orchestra
|
the red and white
canadian girls, canadian girls
Irresistible, lovable trouble though sometimes girls
We can travel the world
From New York »
Canadian Girls
Dirt
by Dean Brody
|
calling to each other
Made me miss my darling and my distant home.
canadian Pacific, carry me three thousand miles,
Through the valleys »
Canadian Pacific
Tracks and Trains
by Hank Snow
|
Lazy country evening
Sittin' by you
The baby's
In his cradle
And the day's
Almost through
red sunset
Over pine trees
I'm feelin'
High »
Lazy Country Evening
The Judds Collection 1983-1990
by The Judds
|
A red steak and a canadian Club
America loves a lighthearted drunk
In the rain down on one knee
Tragically trying to live up. »
Trying to Live Up
Forgiven Now
by Dolly Varden
|
The thin slip of moon through the shade was lost on sleeping eyes seeing smoke rise up through the birch and pine, where a sinking red sun found us, »
Forests Burned
A Name Writ in Water
by The One AM Radio
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If you was in a pine box
I would surely break the lock
I’d jump right in and fall asleep
Cause you are the death of me
If you was in a pine box »
Buried Alive Interlude
Take Care [Digital Deluxe Version]
by Kendrick Lamar
|
Once in my youth, I stood on this mountain,
And planted some pines in the sand.
Every day, I'd look their way,
But just couldn't understand... »
Tall Pines
Live in Austin
by Laurie Lewis
|
of thought
My, my mouth is red
The lies are real
And perfect as
The love I steal
You picked this pine,
Stuck in you arm
And then you just
Ran out »
Pine
Salt Peter
by Ruby
|
pine cone wealth and cedar fence bliss?
All your novel themes that keep you amused on your way to
The canadian, flag-waving-Aryan, mother fucking, cock »
Middle Finger Response
How to Clean Everything
by Propagandhi
|
Jane it sure looks like rain
These canadian plains
And their windblown hair
Jane the bruise colored clouds
The smell of the ground
In »
Kill the Messenger
Fat City
by Shawn Colvin
|
again
And the red pines will bow their heads
The rivers and the watersheds will swallow up my tears
All is well
I left the cold midwestern towns »
The Mountains and Maryann
Did She Mention My Name?
by Gordon Lightfoot
|
canadian Mounted, baby
Police force that works
red and Black
It's their color scheme
Get their man
In the end
It's all right
Yeah, it's all »
I'm on the Lamb But I Ain't No Sheep
Original Album Classics
by Blue Öyster Cult
|
canadian mounted baby, a police force that works
red and black, that's their color scheme
Get their man, in the end
It's all right (repeat four »
The Red and the Black
In My Mouth or On the Ground
by Blue Öyster Cult
|
out of pine two days before the wedding
They say the neighbours cheered and hollered till his face got red
And Mama brought the feather pillows »
Big Four Poster Bed
Anthology, Vol. 2 (1961-1980)
by Brenda Lee
|
In pine box days
In red nights coming
Take your crown
Stand your ground
Plague queen
Death king »
Death King
You Fail Me [Bonus Track]
by Converge
|
hope Canada is not one of these
But there are many smug self-righteous Canadians
And finally, the American red Cross
Was told at it's forty-eighth »
The Americans
The Americans
by Byron Macgregor
|
and hoped someday he'd talk
Kaw-Liga too stubborn to ever show a sign
Because his heart was made of knotty pine
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, he never got a kiss »
Kaw-Liga
Roy Acuff Sings Hank Williams
by Roy Acuff
|
and hoped someday he'd talk
Kaw-Liga, too stubborn to ever show a sign
Because his heart was made of knotty pine
Poor old kaw-liga, he never got »
Kaw-Liga
Roy Clark & Joe Pass Play Hank Williams
by Joe Pass
|
Your smile makes me feel just like a child inside
Like Christmas mornin' sparkling red and bright
And Grandpa's pipe, and my first bike
Your »
Your Smile
Haywire
by Josh Turner
|
missed.
Is it any wonder that his face is red?
Kaw-liga, that poor ol' wooden head.
He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tomahawk. »
Kaw-Liga [Demo With Two False Starts][#]
The Complete Hank Williams
by Hank Williams
|
And yellow grows on daffodils
I'm gonna learn to love you better
To the letter, baby
Like morning dew on southern pines
And honey that bees leave behind
I'm »
Love You to the Letter
Compositions
by Anita Baker
|
Georgia pine and Ripple wine
Kisses mixed with moonshine and red clay
Spanish moss
Wish you knew what I was sayin'
So I'm rollin' north thinkin' »
Spanish Moss
Summertime Dream
by Gordon Lightfoot
|
wonder that his face is red
Kaw-Liga that poor ol' wooden head
He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tomahawk
The maiden wore her beads »
Kaw-Liga
Darling, You Know I Wouldn't Lie
by Conway Twitty
|
someday he'd talk
Kaw-Liga too stubborn to ever show a sign
Because his heart was made of knoty pine
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga he never got a kiss
Poor ol' »
Kaw-Liga
Your Squaw Is on the Warpath
by Loretta Lynn
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