good die young All the evil seem to live forever Only the good die young All the evil seem to live forever Only the good die young Only the good die young
(J. Baez) A young gypsy fell out in a slumber Heading north with a driver he knew Someone he'd lived with and trusted A young woman who trusted him
There's a liquor store With whinos in the front Begging for a nickel Just to get a sip or more Nickel bags They blow trees like sycamore Get the young
m putting rappers In bags like groceries Something they could feel For the people that's close to me This love second to the worship To the one who died for me Young
[Young Son] Day and night I sit alone is utter silence, I, I Keep wondering, I guess wondering why I'm reaching up But still can't touch the sky, sky
Last night when we were young Love was a star, a song unsung Life was so new, so real so right Ages ago last night Today the world is old You flew away
(H. Arlen, E.Y. Harburg) [Recorded April 13, 1965, Hollywood] Last night when we were young Love was a star, a song unsung Life was so new, so real
used to drive a cab, you know I heard a siren scream Pulled over to the corner And I fell into a dream There were two men eating pennies And three young
When the red sun sets on the railroad town, And the bars begin to laugh with a happy sound, I'll still be here right by your side, There'll not be anyone
I feel like I died and went to Heaven The cupboards are bare but the streets are paved with gold I saw a young girl who didn't die I saw a glimmer from
Wake up! It's a Monday morning No time left to say goodbye Can't breathe and the lights are changing. You can live your own life Making it happen Working
She's a victim of her senses Do you know her? Can you see her in the distance As she tumbles by? Veteran of a race that should be over Can you hear her
Well I hate to say the farmer Was the last of a dying breed Living off the land And taking what he needs Don't say much for the future When a family can
J'ai trouve un bel accord Je veux le jouer encore Mets le son un peu plus fort Trouve des paroles sur la mort Et voila une belle chanson, Tiens j'ai une
Mine Hustlin' All The Time All About Tha Paper, Cuz Da Youngn' On His Grind Youngn On His Grind Young-Youngn On His Grind Youngn On His Grind Young-Youngn
Get 'em for 20, but maybe 29 Youngin out on his grind, youngin poppin 'em nine's I'm a juvenile delinquent, youngin was doin time Cause Judge Reynold'