Drop out of my league For the mean time I am older now But I feel the same I missed my prime And from now on I'm looked down upon I've tried everything
Hey Mr ting-a-ling steel guitar man Play me some lonesome as sad as you can My baby has left me for some other man Play on Mr ting-a-ling steel guitar
With skin as tough as a burlap sack He had his second heart attack Last summer but he?s still goin? There?s a melancholy in his eyes For all of you who
My name is [Richard?] Morgan And I live next door to Where the Gotee's sit Well, I layed in the bed After I get eye operated on that day And I heard the
With skin as tough as a burlap sack he had his second heart attack last summer But he's still goin' There's a melancholy in his eyes, for all of you who
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drop out of my league for the meantime i am older now but i feel the same i missed my prime and from now on i'm looked down upon i've tried everything
With skin as tough as a burlap sack he had his second heart attack last summer But he's still goin' There's a melancholy in his eyes, for all of you
My name is [Richard?] Morgan And I live next door to Where the Gotee's sit Well, I layed in the bed After I get eye operated on that day And I heard
Monsieur le maitre d'ecole, Vous souvenez-vous encore de moi ? D'un p'tit garcon qui fut, je crois, Pas toujours sage, D'un p'tit garcon qu'a bien grandi
You got some nerve, coming here You got some nerve, coming here You stole it all, give it back You stole it all, give it back Good Morning, Mr. Magpie
You got some nerve coming here You got some nerve coming here You stole it all, give it back You stole it all, give it back Good morning, Mr. Magpie
When clouds appear Things look tough We won't give in We won't give up We've got tomorrow, and then tomorrow, and then tomorrow goes on and on until
Good morning, Mister Sun, Welcome to the sky- Shine on all the Little creatures As you're passing by. Stop yawning, Mister Sun, Time to make a
