-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
Green September. . Burned to October brown. . Bare November. . Led to December's frozen ground. . The seasons stumbled round. . Our drifting lives are bound. . To a falling crescent noon
-
wanted to be. Was floating in the emerald sky. Our skeletons remain under a neon noon. . Hands turn to dust, psychic waves fill the air. All what we have is what we've done to what we had. . Never
-
Here I sit in my room. Nobody here but me and a simple tune. Hope you roll on in with the risin' moon. I wanna stay with you all night. Wanna stay with you night until noon - yes I do Sayin
-
High Noon. High noon in the valley of the shadow. When the deep of the valley was bright. When the mouth of the tomb. Shouted, "Glory, the Groom is alive". So long, you wages of sin. Go on
-
High Noon. High noon in the valley of the shadow. When the deep of the valley was bright. When the mouth of the tomb. Shouted, "Glory, the Groom is alive". So long, you wages of sin. Go on
-
Song Down South . Singer Lady Antebellum. I was born, I was blessed. Right place, right time, I guess. Ain't no good reason why I left. Except to run and roam Would you take me back and take me in
-
I'm going down to South Park. Gonna have myself a time. Friendly faces everywhere. Humble folks without temptation. I'm going down to South Park. Gonna leave my woes behind. Ample parking day or
-
Where do all the hippies meet?. South Street, South Street. Where the dancin' is elite. South Street, South Street. . Alive by side we're loose and neat,. When we're stompin' down the street
-
Where do all the hippies meet?. South Street, South Street. Where the dancin' is elite. South Street, South Street. . Alive by side we're loose and neat,. When we're stompin' down the street
-
Where do all the hippies meet?. South Street, South Street. Where the dancin' is elite. South Street, South Street. . Alive by side we're loose and neat,. When we're stompin' down the street
-
-
' to kick back. 'Til the condo's looking like a shotgun shack. You'll be one of us no matter where you're at When it all goes south. (You'll be drivin' around on a John Deere tractor). When it all
-
Chaos rampant in an age of distrust. Confrontations impulsive sabbath On and on south of Heaven The root of all evil is the heart of a black soul. The force that has lived all eternity. The never
-
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. To all it was. All it is. And all it shall be. New South Bubba Sparxxx. Uh, yeah, yeah motherfuckers. I gotta key Bubba answers, a kilo of questions. The heart
-
South of the border, down Mexico way. That's where I fell in love when stars above came out to play. Now as I wander my thoughts ever stray. South of the border, down Mexico way She was a picture
-
Come take a walk in sunny South Kensington. Any day of the week. See the girl with the silk Chinese blouse on. You know she ain't no freak Come loon soon down Cromwell Road, man. You got to
-
Ayo we down south posted and we counting our figgas. Know how to treat these bitches and how to handle these niggas. Don't play with us lil' daddy 'cuz we'll have you in stitches. It's UTP right
-
Ai, ai, ai, ai. Й o canto do pregoneiro. Que com sua harmonia. Traz alegria. In South American Way. Ai, ai, ai, ai. E o que traz no seu tabuleiro. Vende pra ioiф. Vende pra iaiб. In South
-
' 'bout a boy from the South. Maybe he's in Florida, somewhere in the pines,. Maybe on the Delta throwin' out a line,. Maybe he's in Georgia, starin' at the stars,. Maybe Tennessee pickin' on a guitar
-
I'd be glad to stay right here with you. Fact is, that is what I'd planned to. But from that fool look on your face. I think I'll head South to a warmer place. . Thought I'd given you the best
-
When the south wind of summer. Sings through the trees. And the high mountain thunder. Hangs low in the breeze A strong heart flows over. An empty heart fills. And the south wind of summer
-
Pale moon shining on the fields below. Folks are crooning songs soft and low. Needn't tell me so because I know. It's sleepy time down south. Soft winds blowing through the pinewood trees. Folks
-
Pale moon shining on the fields below. Folks are crooning songs soft and low. Needn't tell me so because I know. It's sleepy time down south. Soft winds blowing through the pinewood trees. Folks
-
Chorus. Song, song of the south. Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth. Gone, gone with the wind. There ain't nobody looking back again Cotton on the roadside, cotton in the ditch. We all picked
-
Chorus. Song, song of the south. Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth. Gone, gone with the wind. There ain't nobody looking back again Cotton on the roadside, cotton in the ditch. We all picked
