days their gonna lay me down in the cold hard ground where the sun never shines and I've got to say that I just can't wait till i see those gates and Heaven
[James Nichols from Bowling for Columbine] Them people, law enforcement, if you want to call them that were here and they were shaking in their shoes.
james: Hark! the herald angels sing, "Glory to the newborn King! Peace on earth, and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled." Joyful, all ye nations
the same The block, hotter than flames but we **** **** **** Puttin' all kind of thangs in our baby's name Tell the ****, "I'm rich, ****", like my name, Rick James
the drama, another sad story at the Karma (Chorus: Ming Xia) Welcome to the Karma Hotel Looks like Heaven but could be Hell Where pleasant screams
jail My hard dusty wages played out way too soon On whisky and Keno at the Long Branch Saloon All I have left is my stories to tell Heavens too far and
(R. Springer/T. Martin) Daddy was a drinkin' man He never took to preachin' Said he found heaven in a drink Well momma was a bible totin', God fearin
The night stands still It feels just like it always will The heart stops the clock Now he sees it her way And she sees it is And they get a glimpse Of all heaven
I could move to Hollywood, yeah Get my teeth capped I know I could Be a big star on the silver screen Just like James Dean, I could be a star I could
North star shines to find you And bring you to her side Trade winds blow to guide you Across the ocean wide Cause all the world's in love with you Heaven
, no one want us? They did not warm to us I could do without lectures so heaven protect us From these bad vibes you're giving I could talk with my agent but James
will never be again I was wrong and you were right Now I have this mess I'm in I can't continue on my own The guilt I carry now is much to bare For Heaven
his mate sings loud and slow When they're done we reminisce on Shetland back in ninety seven Where we met aboard a ferry bound for five days of folk heaven
Rebellum, propell 'em, gel 'em from P.A. to Deep Ellum Tell 'em I tol' 'em, wrote 'em, fuck it, phone 'em to hell, to heaven I just spent 60 G's on
by Nanci Griffith, James Hooker, Danny Flowers Gulf coast highway, he worked the rails He worked the rice fields with their cold dark wells He worked
James Taylor Someone turn the time on Another day, dead and gone A lifetime is slippin' away, babe But as far as I can see That doesn't apply to you and
James Taylor Little David, play on your harp Hallelu, hallelu, little David Play on your harp, hallelujah Little David, play on your harp hallelu, hallelu
When smokey sings, I forget everything, yeah As she's packing her things As she's spreading her wings Smashing the hell With the heaven she brings And