. you think you're on track. and never falling back you can't keep on preachin. like its your sunday meetin. its to buster keaton. maybe theres is no eden girl, you acting like you still have your
John Wesley Harding. Was a friend to the poor. He traveled with a gun in every hand. All along this countryside. He opened a many a door. But he was never known. To hurt an honest man It was
Song Open My Eyes - Karen Harding. Sometimes I sit and wonder how they do it. Say want they want to who they like. But I'm just too shy, too shy, too shy. I'm too shy, too shy, too shy. Head in the
Well, good morning, baby, welcome back to town. How do, fine papa, welcome back to town. You're doing so much traveling. Never know when you'll be around You're a fine and mellow fellow. But you'r
Song I'M Wrong About Everything - John Wesley Harding. You win the argument. At the end of every night. I never know the perfect time. To hit the bedside light. Then we lie awake. Watch headlights
