the fear and know the cost Sometimes you have to buy the fear to know the cost And when I come marching home When I come marching home When johnny comes marching
Traduzione: Blues Traveler. Quando Johnny Comes Marching Home.
Traduzione: Il Butterfield Blues Banda. Amore marzo.
?Hey Pete, why do we eve write songs like this man? People ain?t gonna change.? ?I don?t know Bill, you know, uh, there might be somebody out there,
Sister sits on the steps, cigarette rests on fingertips Sippin slow death through her lips Blows a kiss that I can not resist She got that ill gift of
Le blues du serpent C'est pas le train du soir, C'est pas le serpent noir Qui chantent pour nous entre chien & loup. Un vieux fantome est de retour Billy
J'ai du succes dans mes affaires J'ai du succes dans mes amours Je change souvent de secretaire J'ai mon bureau en haut d'une tour D'ou je vois la ville
, on the rock On the, on the rock of time, hum Le Harley Blues Band Yeah yeah etc... Le Harley Blues Band Le Harley Blues Band Le Harley Blues Band
let you know Here's just a couple of wishes of mine I want you to stay up talking to me all night long Call me up out of the blue just to see what
Rockets, moon shots Spend it on the have nots Money, we make it 'Fore we see it you take it Oh, make me wanna holler The way they do my life, yeah Make
You know you can't keep letting it get you down And you can't keep dragging that dead weight around Is it really all that much to lug around Better run
This is a song, that I wrote when I was young, And I call it, the broken hearted blues, The air on that night, was tempered like a knife, And the people
I saw a little man who had a toy trumpet He sat on a stone with his lips to the mouthpiece He was deaf dumb and blind so he couldn't quite make it
hand And I'm blue Oh, black day All you give to me are your wild ways When you're the love of my life And then you gorge me with a knife And I'm blue
There's gold in the mountains And a people living in the sea I love you and don't you know That you love me Yes you do We make feasties of the
a dollar Oh Lord, I tried to call my baby, I tried to get a date Sometimes I wonder what I'm a gonna do Lord, there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
let you know Here's just a couple of wishes of mine I want you to stay up, talking to me, all night long Call me up out of the blue, just to see what
