higher Oh, oh, higher and higher 'Cause you take, you take me higher Oh, oh, higher and higher 'Cause you take, you take me higher Oh, oh, higher and higher 'Cause you take, you take me higher
Traduction: Ferme. Higher and Higher.
thinking I will find someone like you goodbye avenue and then I'll be yearning for this too over the treetops fly birds in the sky over the treetops high high
I went and I stood up on a high, high old lonesome hill Yes, I went and I stood up on a high, high old lonesome hill Lord, and all I could do was look
me The only thing higher than the crime rate is the fiends Semen get leaked to the women of the future The ladies baby boomin before they high school juniors Yea, and
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland, Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders And swear words and sneering, and his tongue
stole their water rights and the running water hushed Now Ira's folks were hungry and their farms wene crops of weeds But when war came he volunteers and
it for all the farms in Cuba. Well, I set my monkey on the log And ordered him to do the Dog He wagged his tail and shook his head And he went and did
and ladies love me Never brag on things that ain't right I ain't homeless dog that ain't my life And if it ain't bout no money I don't wanna be bothered
payin' the bills And she knows that it won't be long Before the bank finally places a lien on the farm And the tractor keeps rollin' The dust rises high
[Chorus:] She was covered in leather and gold, 21 years old I lost her in the cold It's unfair, she's out there Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere in Brooklyn
their land, But they found that Frank and Jesse wouldn't run. Then a railroad scab, he went and got a bomb, And he throwed it at the door And it killed
like important holidays We got to break fool tactics and carry on with tradition Whippin in the Tahoe, and we wild in the Exhibition Wild bend your mindstate, smash your transmission With no permission, you crossed the line and
it But we'd lived so long on credit And so we headed out to find our promised land Just poor Smoky Mountains farm folk With nothing more than high hopes
deuce We don't sit in boats and fish, we sit in studios and quote words to serve on a dish And the nerve that you wish you had I got bags of And tracks
covered mountains Are a home now for me But my home is the lowlands And always will be Some day you'll return to Your valleys and your farms And you'