And so once again My dear Johnny, my dear friend And so once again You are fightin' us all And when I ask you why You raise your sticks and cry And I
I scandalized my brother While admittin' that he sang some pretty songs (And he did) I'd heard that he'd been scandalizing me And, Lord, I knew that,
I am just another fool and I have to keep telling myself That I am just an hypocrite and I have to keep calling you one 'Cause I forgot to bite my tongue
words i keep in here. thoughts that make me scared. always seem to show. your eyes let me know you know. it's not you. it's all me. as if me taking all
Woo, hoo, ooh, hey We're heading for the West Not heading for the East We gonna live our dream 'Cause we're wild and free We are heading for the West
Who's gonna be the dancer of fat Sally Lee? Who's gonna be the dancer of fat Sally Lee? Who's gonna be the dancer of fat Sally Lee? Who's gonna be the
I was working at the railroad On the train to Arkansas Last summer, I met a girl She came from nowhere in Idaho I can't get, no no no, just can't get
CHORUS: I'm riding in the desert and i'm heading into nowhere The sun is showing me the way i'm riding alone I'm looking for adventures cause i left my
If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eye Joe I'd been married long time ago Where did you come from, where did you go? Where did you come from, Cotton-Eye Joe
Wish you were here, me, oh my countryman, wish you were here Wish you were here, don't you know the stove is getting colder And I miss you like hell and
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm Light years to be found, gaze out of my window Want to feel what it is like to belong Lead us right through the night Help us find
Mary Lou, Mary Lou I can't go on living without you Mary Lou, Mary Lou I can't go on singing without you Mary Lou (Mary Lou) Mary Lou (Mary Lou) I can
You better hold on tight when we go hittin' the hay You better hold on tight and pray You better hold on tight 'cause we go hittin' the hay Or darling
Martha: He plays the violin He tucks it right under his chin And he bows, oh he bows For he knows, yes he knows That it's hi-hi-hi-diddle diddle It's
by Joey Levine & Artie Resnick If I learned to play the violin And I traded my old guitar in, Would your parents still object, Or would I win their respect
[Screaming Woman-Mila Jovovich-Ivana Orleanska]Go Home Go Now In Peace If you do not go now you will be
FIDDLE AND THE BOW Writer Damon Black MY DADDY WAS A SAWYER THOUGH THE TREES DIDN'T KNOW FOR DADDY DID HIS SAWIN WITH THE FIDDLE AND THE BOW HE PLAYED