refrain for a boy in Fiddler's Green His tiny, knotted heart, well I guess it never worked too good. A timber tore apart and the water gorged the wood. You can hear her whispered prayer for men at mass
it's in disguise, well, use your eyes. It's not, it's inside me now. You're tellin' me it's mother earth, some sign of birth. It's not, it's inside me, come on Grey sells green only if the green
Way down in Bowling Green. Prettiest girls you've ever seen. A man in Kentucky sure is lucky. To love down in Bowling Green Bowling Green folks treat you kind. They let you think your own mind
Just another Sunday evening gathering with my friends. Like a movie scene the record screeched. Mesmerized, catching flies stuck in a dream. Who's that girl?. The one that's in the green shirt
