(Costello, Toussaint) Six-Fingered Man. Playing a seven-string guitar. There are Seven Deadly Sins. Any one of them can do you in. Take what you lost from what you win. It's never enough Six
be done. (Make me feel so good). Early in the morning. (I feel so good and fine) A friend a mine said with this girl I shouldn't stay. But hey, guess what? I stuck by her anyway. O Lord, I'm glad
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 nights. just as good even when closed your
The touch of your lips next to mine. Gets me excited, makes me feel fine. The touch of your hand, your sweet hello. The fire inside you when you're holding me close Your love, so warm and tender.
The streets were deserted and the house was dark. Down in the basement there was the faintest spark. Three boys hoping to make their mark. International echo They said it was nothing but a worthles
There's a place. Where words mean nothing or much less. Such a disgrace. We got to get out of this mess Coming in under the cover of darkness. How high shall we build this wall?. I could've said
Freedom for the stallion. Freedom for the mare and her colt. Freedom for the baby child. Who has not grown old enough to vote Lord, have mercy, what you gonna do. About the people who are praying
Not a soul was stirrin'. Not a bird was singin'. Least not within my hearin'. I was five minutes past carin'. Standing in the road just starin' Thought I heard somebody pleadin'. Thought I heard
