Lyrics:
gold, orange grove.
Is there a seed to plant the tree
That grows the fruit I need?
Something sour to make me sweet.
Ok, I'll eat.
Ok, I'll eat.
Ok,
Sunday at the
Orange Grove Stand
They don't play grunge and
They don't play loud
It's the magic of the music
That still draws a crowd
Well, the word goes
at the end of the road there's an orange grove?
At the end of the road there's an orange grove
So babe if you gotta go, then you gotta go
Yeah babe if you
That's why I'm on the run
To the one
I left there all alone
Arm in arm we will rove
Through a sweet orange grove
Far away in California
Like
God, take me back to the orange grove
That I found deep in the desert
The air sweet as a miracle
It can't survive but it grows and grows and grows
Let's take a ride to the easy plateau
Where the cold don't come and the wind don't blow
Moonlight flickers on the water below
The orange grove
beer in an orange grove field
That was Friday night where I grew up
We'd waste our time driving around
The same old streets
With our radios cranked up
through our love
make me last
in the new west
the orange groves
grow like a plague
wherever you go
I told the heads
we'll show the world
we'll film
no worries
Whose got time
All these changes are going to fill your mind
Like the citrus glow off the old orange grove
Or the red rocket blaze
the orange groves
Rollin' down the windows 'cause the tint obscures my clothes
Rollin' up to the Fillmore shows, spittin' frees in the orange groves
Asher
Drive, Woodbury to Fair Oaks
Lincoln, Glenarm, Lake and don't forget Orange grove
Blair high John muir Pcc Phs
Marshall, Elliot and Wilson not to mention
the glass back to sand, slipping through my hands
Out on the open road
Driving through orange groves
For your touch, your steady touch
Keeping me warm
Our
the orange grove
And You thought it's too dangerous
To walk there alone
And you came to find me
I was running from you
I was hiding from you
And still
Fear
as the sunshine that dances
Through the Orange Grove.
Valencia!"
Valencia!
Terre exquise
Ou la brise
Effeuille les fleurs d'oranger!
Valencia!
Doux rivage
After he had journeyed,
And his feet were sore,
And he was tired,
He came upon an orange grove
And he rested.
And he lay in the cool,
If them orange groves don't freeze
I got my own way of workin'
And everything is run
With a southern accent
Where I come from
For just
If them orange groves don't freeze
I got my own way of workin'
But everything is run, with a southern accent
Where I come from
For just
We're on our way to Apalachicola, F.L.A.
Magnolia trees in blossom and a pretty southern gal
It's better than the orange groves in Cucamonga, Cal.
orange groves don't freeze
I got my own way of workin'
But everything is run, with a southern accent
Where I come from
For just a minute there I was
Sing my songs to me
Sing them to me softly
Sing me sunlight and shadows
Orange groves and meadows
Let your voice ring back my memories
Sing
them orange groves don't freeze
I got my own way of workin'
But everything is run
With a southern accent
Where I come from
For just a minute there
they drove
Parking in an orange grove
He fell in love, you see
With someone that I used to be
[Chorus:]
Though I very seldom think of him
get cold
'Cause when he played that skiddle dat dee
It was just like a shot of vitamin C
Blowing right in from the
Southern orange groves
Arthur Blake
done
With a southern accent where I come from
Now that drunk tank in Atlanta
Just a motel room to me
Think I might go work Orlando
If them orange groves
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