Dine-Weller A bag of nerves. I seem to suppress. Alien of being. Not known to duress. Moonshine, moonshine. There's something in the hills I cannot posses. As dark as sunday. We're woven again
haze,. And you're out on a line,. You just can't satisfy when you're down. On that moonshine. Held back my temptation,. Trying to please her,. But still I could not stand. As morning dawned,. The
Who made my moonshine intoxicate me. Ooh, who made me cry. Like the end of a beautiful play Holds and tickles and hugs out the night. Hold her hand and started to cry. The audience thought they
Who made my moonshine intoxicate me. Ooh, who made me cry. Like the end of a beautiful play Holds and tickles and hugs out the night. Hold her hand and started to cry. The audience thought they
Rodgers/Kossoff. . Sitting in a graveyard. Waiting for the dawn. Leaning on my tombstone. Till the night is gone. Oh how the moon. Hangs in black sky. Wish I could find out. The reason why.
