(Written by Mitchell Torok & Ramona Redd). (As recorded by GlenCampbell). (From the movie 'Norwood') Marie. You're a strange little one. Marie. Always on the run. Marie. Where do you belong
Bài hát I’m Not Gonna Miss You - GlenCampbell. I’m Not Gonna Miss You - GlenCampbell. I'm still here, but yet I'm gone. I don't play guitar or sing my songs. They never defined who I am. The man
Way down in Bowling Greenthe prettiest girls I've ever seen. A man in Kentucky sure is lucky to love down in Bowling Green. Bowling Green folks treat you kind better you think your own mind. A
Song Summer, Winter, Spring And Fall - GlenCampbell. Summer winter spring and fall these are the lonely times. For the times I miss you most of all are summer winter spring and fall. Your love for
Song Burning Bridges - GlenCampbell. Found some letters. You wrote me this morning. They told of a love we once knew. Now they're gone. I burnt them to ashes. Don't want nothin' to remind me o-of
Song A Better Place(Live From Ryman Auditorium) - GlenCampbell. I've tried and I've failed Lord. I've won and I have lost. I've lived and I've loved, oh. Such times, at such a cost. One thing I know
Song A Better Place(Live From Ryman Auditorium) - GlenCampbell. I've tried and I've failed Lord. I've won and I have lost. I've lived and I've loved, oh. Such times, at such a cost. One thing I know
Southern Nights. By GlenCampbell. . Southern nights. Have you ever felt a southern night. Free as a breeze, not to mention the trees. Whistling tunes that you know and love so. . Southern
There's a long line of mourners driving down our little street. Their fancy cars are such a sight to see, oh yea. They're all your rich friends who knew you in the city. And now they've finally
Bài hát I’m Not Gonna Miss You - GlenCampbell. I’m Not Gonna Miss You - GlenCampbell. I'm still here, but yet I'm gone. I don't play guitar or sing my songs. They never defined who I am. The man
Song Wichita Lineman(Live From Ryman Auditorium) - GlenCampbell. I am a lineman for the county and I drive the main road. Searchin' in the sun for another overload. I hear you singin' in the wire, I
Sometimes I imagine myself as a drifter. A seeker of fortune, connoisseur of great wines. Dashin' through meadows of yellow and green. Tryin' to catch the impossible dream. A-leavin' the straight
