Letras de canciones

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Seven thirty seven comin out of the sky Won t you take me down to Memphis on a midnight ride

Take the time to make some sense Of what you want to say And cast your words away upon the

Well, you wake up in the morning You hear the work bell ring And they march you to the table

Slide away and give it all you ve got My today fell in from the top I dream of you

Whoa, thought it was a nightmare, Lo, it s all so true, They told me, Don t go walking slow