tomorrow Go deep in the woods down the low valley road While no one was looking on the old plantation He took her all the way down the long valley road
maybe tomorrow Go deep in the woods down the low valley road While no one was looking on the old plantation He took her all the way down the long valley road
he was penniless. Maybe in the morning, as the politician sipped breakfast tea, She lay cold and dead before the empty grate. Every year thousand of
of cold and he was penniless. Maybe in the morning, as the politician sipped breakfast tea, She lay cold and dead before the empty grate. Every year
dying of cold and he was penniless. Maybe in the morning, as the politician sipped breakfast tea, She lay cold and dead before the empty grate. Every
