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certain. You're cozy in your little room. The carpet's all paid for, God bless the TV. Let's go shoot a hole in the moon Oh, and Roy Rogers is riding tonight. Returning to our silver screens. Comic
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certain. You're cozy in your little room. The carpet's all paid for, God bless the TV. Let's go shoot a hole in the moon Oh, and Roy Rogers is riding tonight. Returning to our silver screens. Comic
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certain. You're cozy in your little room. The carpet's all paid for, God bless the TV. Let's go shoot a hole in the moon Oh, and Roy Rogers is riding tonight. Returning to our silver screens. Comic
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certain. You're cozy in your little room. The carpet's all paid for, God bless the TV. Let's go shoot a hole in the moon Oh, and Roy Rogers is riding tonight. Returning to our silver screens. Comic
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Roy Rogers - Kacey Musgraves. Sometimes you dream, sometimes it seems. There's nothing there at all. You just seem older than yesterday. And you're waiting for tomorrow to call. So, you draw to the
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Song You Can'T Lose 'Em All . Singer Lee Roy Parnell. Written By Lee Roy Parnell. And Tom Hambridge . They Say Every Dog Gonna Have His Day. Aint So Much As A Bone Ever Thrown My Way. My Good
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Song It's Over - Roy Orbison. Your baby doesn't love you any more. Golden days before they end. Whisper secrets to the wind. Your baby won't be near you any more. Tender nights before they fly. Send
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Song Night After Night - Lee Roy Parnell. Day after day I do alright I hardly think about you. Finding a way each waking hour to live my life without you. But when I lay down and I close my eyes and
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song Saving Grace(Album Version) - Lee Roy Parnell. I got home late, found you asleep. A flood of feelings washed over me. Overcome by your loving ways. You’ve always been my saving grace
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Song Road Scholar - Lee Roy Parnell. I grow up in texas on the great high plains. A silvertone guitar was all i had to my name. At seventeen i left and i never looked back. Yeah just me and my guitar
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Song Country Down To My Soul . Singer Lee Roy Parnell. Cruisin' New York City in the back of this limousine. Spendin' my hard-earned money like it grows on trees. You're an uptown girl. Mighty easy
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fuse. Number One ain't gettin' it done. And Number Two always got to lose Pearl 'atta girl, high school hooker. Money funny honey, cook book looker. Roy atta' boy, silk suit slicker. Easy fee degree
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-Can-t-Be-Touched~Roy-Jones-Jr. html. The Franchise, I exist in a league of my own . Expect attention unfamiliar with being ignored . The truths back, Katies locking and closing the door . Brick wall in
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