Pablo Natario

One, two, three, four LIAM: Who kicked a hole in the sky So the heavens would cry over me? Who […]

Early in the evenin just about supper time, Over by the courthouse they re starting to unwind. Four kids on

Talking to the songbird yesterday Flew me to a place not far away She s a little pilot in my

When I was a little bitty baby My mama would rock me in the cradle, In them old cotton fields

I need to be myself I can t be no one else I m feeling supersonic Give me gin and

Howdy, friend, beggin your pardon, Is there somethin on your mind? You ve gone and sold all your belongings, Is

We the people fight for our existence We don t claim to be perfect but we re free We dream

First thing I remember was asking papa why For there were many things I didn t know And daddy always

I m free to be whatever I Whatever I choose And I ll sing the blues if I want I

Goodbye, Joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh. Me gotta go, pole the pirogue down the bayou. My Yvonne,

Just got home from Illinois Lock the front door, oh boy ! Got to sit down Take a rest on

How many special people change? How many lives are living strange? Where were you while we were getting high? Slowly