(Words and Music by Joan Baez). . Miracles keep happening. The sun rose in the east today. I sat up and sighed for the millionth time. As the dawn was phasing a night away. The blues can last
(Words and Music by Joan Baez). . Ripping along towards middle age. And my music career kind of missed a page. Record sales began to drop. The management all began to hop. Not worry, they said
(Words and Music by Joan Baez). . At night in the safety of shadows and numbers. Seeking some turf on which nothing encumbers. The buying and selling of casual looks. Stuff that gets printed in
(Words and Music by Joan Baez). . Though the songwriters of the industry. Write most of the songs I do. And it's clear that no one will ever. Sing them quite the way I do. I think tonight I'll
(Words and Music by Joan Baez). . Luba, it was only the finest wine. Means or no means. Only the finest place to dine. Paris in the sixties. You had three sons. Handsome husband by your side
Artist Joan Baez. Song Love Is Just A Four Letter Word. . Seems like only yesterday. I left my mind behind. Down in the Gypsy Cafe. With a friend of a friend of mine. She sat with a baby heavy
(Words and Music by Joan Baez). . How long since I've spent a whole night in a twin bed with a stranger. His warm arms all around me?. How long since I've gazed into dark eyes that melted my soul
Song Who Do You Love - Carlos Santana. I walked 47 miles of barbwire . Use a cobra snake for a necktie . I got a brand new house on the roadside . Made outta rattlesnake hide . I got a brand-new
Bài hát Carlos (Don't Let It Go To Your Head) - Pete Yorn. Into the room. Keep it burning through. Hear what they said?. Don’t talk about this. If you know how to sing it alone. Carlos works in a
Bài hát La Llorona (The Weeping Woman) - Joan Baez. Todos me dicen el negro, llorona . Negro pero cariñoso . Todos me dicen el negro, llorona . Negro pero cariñoso . Yo soy como el chile verde
Suzane takes you down. To a place by the river. You can see the boats go by. You can spend the night forever And you know that she's half crazy. That's why you want to be there. She feeds you tea
I feel like a lonesome tumbleweed. rolling across an open plain,. I feel like something nobody needs. I feel my life drifting away,. drifting away - I feel like a broken wagon wheel. when I can't
Stewball was a good horse. He wore his head high. And the mane on his foretop. Was fine as silk thread I rode him in England. I rode him in Spain. And I never did lose, boys. I always did gain S
