American hunter, bring ?em up the north side Guns, guns, guns Run, take the money, here?s a bullet for your boyfriend Guns, guns, guns Eagle all gone
I just got your letter dear, sweetheart and darling I miss you, oh so much Your letter has cheered me, but I'm lonesome Lonesome just to feel your loving
I went home with the waitress, the way I always do How was I to know, she was with the Russians, too? I was gambling in Havana, I took a little risk Send
A young cowboy named Billy Joe Grew restless on the farm A boy filled with wonderlust Who really meant no harm He changed his clothes and shined his boots
Can you feel the manmade mist As it starts to twist your lungs? Slower than guns Breathe deep As you enter sleep Fell secure it's all around you Can
Get a grip on yourself, get in shape for tonight Take a look at yourself or your dreams You're losing sight It just ain't right, it just ain't right
He kept a loaded gun in the closet And another one in the dresser drawer Just in case the one in the closet Didn't make a big enough hole She has breakfast
Ray, I got to tell you, you got to come take that gun back 'Cause these things that I been shooting at are getting all too real Don't want to hurt nobody
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1. It's easy to go blind When i don't see through another's eyes It's easy to go blind It's a reason to be left behind It's easy to go blind Reconnected
tricked tricked tricked tricked by a carefully carefully carefully planned aborted suicide aborted suicide carefully planned aborted suicide your father
i've heard all your excuses and i've heard how hard it was for you i've heard it's best to move on and i've heard jesus said 'forgive' i've really
[Acording to the Roman storyteller Jordanes, the Gothic Tribes gatheres unter the flag of their leader Berik. From their Motherland up in the North they
On the eastern highway we ride Windshield wipers disperse the rain from the sky What's left is ivy and vine All the letters I'd sent back home Never express
Mr. Brett, please put down your gun! Mr. Brett, please put down your gun! Ah man, uh... we were just kiddin', dude Ah look, he's comin' in here! Oh shit
Now little Terry got a gun he got from the store He bought it with the money he got from his chores He robbed a candy shop, told her, ?Lay down on the
Hallelujah, we can finally hear It's a miracle we feel anything at all Things we planted on the worst days of the year Grew to fingers that rip at the
Hey everybody, take a look around Put your money where your mouth is, take your eyes off the ground We got a hard day coming if we can't work out All