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
Carolyn Dawn Johnson. Complicated. I'm so scared that the way that I feel is written all over my face. When you walk into the room I wanna find a hiding place. We used to laugh, we used to hug, the
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
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
