I want you to listen to me baby I got a lot of things on my mind Listen to me baby I got a lot of things on my mind Take a short look back just see what
The other night, I had a dream I was dying in desert sand And then above watching over me Stood an angel with a golden hand singing Sheila, Sheila, Sheila
It's been forever and a day since I felt like this Want a fifth of wild turkey upon a little kiss And I don't miss that girl If I did I wouldn't let it
Well, Billy was hip with the time to tip He said, ?Man you got to see her dance? The way she move to that funky groove Put something restless in your
Wanna slap that stupid grin right off your face Now it's time to ... from your ... you're ... Then you cast your chips and you ran away Thought I try
We were talking about the future But she never pretended to hear Shine a light, sweet blue midnight I don't care if you're insincere I will believe for
Wake up, little darlin' I got some news for you tonight Wake up, little darlin' I got my mud boots on and I'm ready to go I'm workin' at the slaughterhouse
(rick richards,rick price, billy pitts) Slow train running not too far from here Put some distance between all her fears She didn't have no-one left
Let go this ribbon of darkness now And like a drunk I'll go fall, laughing down You could tell me I'm no different But I hear the full moon call my name
When I give up on it all I feel like a dime store souvenir And she calls my name So low and clear She comes walking through the desert Through the west
[nc] I feel tears wellin' up cold and deep inside Like my [d] heart's sprung a big [a] break And a stab of loneliness sharp and painful [e] that I may
Pitiful and crying, talking to the wall A friend of heres was crying, couldn't calm her down at all And she needed a little comfort, you know what I mean
Oh, myth of love Like some new best friend The bright promise of tomorrow And tomorrow's without end Oh but I should know better Life is no wishing well
Spent some time feelin' inferior Standin' in front of my mirror Combed my hair in a thousand ways But I came out lookin' just the same Daddy said, "Son
Ohh, the games people play now Every night and every day now Never meaning what they say now Never saying what they mean Know they while away the hours
I recognize the symptoms, but I don't know the cure Your feelings are so useless, banging your head out on the wall Well I went through the station, if
hearted iron maidens claim the have the ministry Of sound for u2 While everyone's raging against the machines Their watching us on satellites form georgia
you let me call you, George" I said, "Baby, baby, baby (Baby, baby, baby) Well, you can call me George Jetson, call me George Jones I'll be your Georgie