(Jean-Pierre Ferland / Jean-Pierre Ferland - Daniel Mercure) La vie vient du palier Le vent vient de la cour Ma chambre est habitee Par des secrets
mere accessory of physiological processes whose presence or absence... makes no difference... whatever are you doing?" Aphra Benn: Hello Cervantes: Donkey Daniel
de guia te sientes tan fuerte que piensas que nadie te puede tocar las distancias se hacen cortas pasan rapidas las horas y este cuarto no para de menguar tanta charla
panties droppin'(x4). (Chorus) Everywhere I go, Bitches always know. That Charlie Scene has got a weenie that he loves to show.(Bitch!) (x2) (Grazie a Daniele
not for all men History will repeat again It's time we learned This World Was Made For All Men Heart surgery Was first done successfully By a black man (Dr Daniel
Well the Devil went down to Georgia He was lookin' for a soul to steal He was in a bind 'cause he was way behind And he was willin' to make a deal When
We'll the eagle's been flying slow and the flag's been flying low And a lot of people's saying that America's fixing to fall But speaking just for me
The pressure these days isn?t easy so they say, If you?re trying to get through this world. And if you?re gonna make it, Then you?ve got to live in a
Me and my buddy got us a wild hair And figured we wanted to go somewhere So we loaded up in my ragtop Chevrolet We had a little bit of money and a whole
Come all ye young cowboys and listen to me And don't waste your life on that ol' hanging tree And don't think that size ever makes man small You find
Every time I hear a fiddle and it's cookin' just a little Well, it makes me want to jump up and run And if he's sawing with some soul boogie woogie rock
Oh Atlanta, you're the only home I ever knew Oh Atlanta, I can't wait to get back home to you You got money in your pocket, you got roses in the lane
I ain't got no destination I'm just gonna follow my shoes I may run on up to Dallas But the fiddle player's got the blues Feel kinda like ol' Ray Charles
Mister DJ won't you please play me a song? Play it for an old boy who's a long, long way from home With a thousand miles ahead and a thousand miles behind
It's my life, God was the one to give it And I ain't gonna let nobody tell me how to live it It's my song, right or wrong You tag along or you can stay
This ain't nothing but a little bitty town Roll up the sidewalks everything's shut down Down on the corner they're still hanging around 'Cause it's Saturday
People get all upset and they shiver And they sweat for money It don't seem to make no difference Which a way the wind might blow They scrimp and they
Every time I hear a fiddle and it's cookin' just a little Well it makes me want to jump up and run And if he's sawing with some soul boogie woogie rock