Song Lord Randall. Where did you go, Lord Randall my son? . Where did you go, my beloved one? . Down in the glen, down in the glen. . Make me my bed, I've a pain in me head. . And I fain would lie
(Jon Randall). . Where did all my friends go. What happened to my scene. Feels like the Memphis Mafia. Up and left the king. . And I've been swimming for redemption. But I'm drowning in
(Jon Randall, Bill Anderson). . She put him out like the burning end of a midnight cigarette. She broke his heart. He spent his whole life trying to forget. We watched him drink his pain away a
Jon Randall - Lonely for Awhile Lyrics. Artist Jon Randall. Album Miscellaneous. Genre Country. Songwriters Gary Nicholson, Jon Randal. They say the only cure for losing a woman. Is another woman
(Jon Randall). . Used to think in circles get all tangled up inside. One day I finally came unwound. I jumped off the deep end to get a bird's eye point of view. And it's a long way down
(Jon Randall). . I shouldn't do this was the last thing I heard me say. When I bought her champagne and hid my wedding ring. One drink led to another and another to a kiss. And I told myself I
(Jon Randall, Gary Scruggs). . There's a little place I have found. Just a few miles outside of this town. Blacktop two-lane to red dirt road. We can lay back lighten out load. In the country
(Jon Randall, Ronnie Stewart). . I woke up this morning to the humming of the engines. Hauling nature's finest from the Gulf of Mexico. Ridin' this ol' river is peaceful but it's lonesome. It
darkest desire. When life sings for you through the devil's choir. Fear (Hey!) wont (Hey!). Steal what burns in you (Hey!) I'll carry on. And wait for the fire. My desire, devil's choir. My desire
Song Choir Girl - Taylor Henderson. Lookin' like a Choir Girl, . She's cryin' like a refugee, . Lookin' like a Choir Girl, . She's cryin' like a refugee. One nurse to hold her, . One nurse to wheel
come home again to Wales (Choir alone). We'll keep a welcome in the hillside. We'll keep a welcome in the Vales. This land you knew will still be singing. When you come home again to Wales (Bryn
