Lyrics:
Jude's eyes were carved in stone
Those eyes dried on their own
Street lights, kept me on hold
Sweet lies pent and paroled
Was I there to lead you?
and so I like to be in bed by then
I must have read a while
The latest one by Marilyn French or something in that style
It's funny, but I had no sense
up in this prison we were in
He said it's complicated
I'd rather we stay friends
He laid his cards down on the table saying gin
The days kept rolling
never, never again
Never, never, never again
Never, never, never again
This story is bigger than Jim
Bigger than him, never again
In 1875 A Kiowa Chief by
don't run by here no more
Oh yeah, we were rollin' in the wild, wild days
He kept on going and I changed my ways
Now I'm a good girl, I do what's
and so I like to be in bed by then
I must have read a while
The latest one by Marilyn French or something in that style
It's funny, but I had no sense
Last night I drove to Harper's Ferry and I thought about you
There were signs on the road that warned me of stop signs
The speed limit kept
You're layin there, lookin at her photo in frame
And you're chirpin like a bird while you're singin her name
You call her every night, then you're off by
on a train
Yeah, you thought that he was gutter, so they found him by the drain, surrounded by the grain
You know, they found it in his brain, and bullets in
with my family. I didn't spend it with anybody. I was by myself, I'm sitting in somebody else's home, somebody else's couch in the dark. And I kept
right
All this time
I wanted to thank you for
All the nights
The things you said to me I've
Kept in mind
Made me the man I hoped I'd be
I've been
And Harry the Horse (51)
So high in Damon Runyon's (52) esteem
Dig Ed McMahon (53) and choo choo train
And Shirley MacLaine (54)
When Annie sings with Lanny
I grew up in a town with one red light
How that train would rattle me in the middle of the night
But I slept like a baby in that bed
'Cause mama
Guilty from the womb you were torn
They kept you illequipped and uninformed. United we stand with hand in form
Delusion of those who proffer scorn
and so I like to be in bed by then
I must have read a while
The latest one by Marilyn French or something in that style
It's funny, but I had no sense
beacon night school Washington Irving
These young Gods was seekin'
Hoes in Westinghouse and Clara Parton and Medina
Girls who sung like Sarafina
like a poet and hair like a rainbow
Reflecting the lights that did glow
And the sadness she kept in her eyes
Struck my senses a blow
And so as by
My heart kept on sinking in
Another message, another grin
Blurred eyes, I think I've seen ur twin
And that's how it's always been
Hop on a train
And as she rumbaed by the fire in her eyes
Looked like flames in the night
T'was then I understood why she's called
The Spanish Fireball
I finally asked
And as she rumbaed by the fire in her eyes
Looked like flames in the night
T'was then I understood why she's called
The Spanish Fireball
I finally asked
mind
In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain
And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the "D" train
In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain
And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the D-train
We can
In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain
And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the "D" train
We
In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain
And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the "D" train
We
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