close in something somewhere close to east LA Don't think finding her was easy cause something sure had changed my Tulsa girl But I came here to show my love
Carolyn let me tell you what I've heard about a man today He didn't come home from work and he went away Till he came to a city bright in the night time
Everybody's had the blues sometimes and Everybody knows the tune. And everybody knows the way I'm feelin' cause Everybody's had the blues. A lonely,
My driftin' memory goes back to the spring of '43, When I was just a child in momma's arms. My daddy plowed the ground and promised someday we would
Well there's been sayin' goin' round I began to think it's true It's awful hard to love someone when they don't care about you Once I had a lovin' gal
he's bound in mama comb his hair Big Bad Bill don't fight anymore wash his dishes and he might sweep the floor Yeah he used to spend his evenings a lookin
There's not much a man can do inside a prisoner Just take his mem'ry trips and fights the pain And a word from home can mean so much to a prisoner It
' in a load of time They caught me on a caper that I planned for days And proved everything I done I'm on my way to Huntsville Bt I'm looking for a chance
I feel like a stranger in this home I built for you And I can't understand this awful change you're going through But lately I've been watching you grow
We don't smoke marijuana in Muskogee; We don't take no trips on LSD We don't burn no draft cards down on Main Street; We like livin' right, and bein'
blessings In a mansion all our own If we both pull together tomorrow's sure to come Someday we'll look back and say it was fun We live on love and pennies
Tulare dust in a farm boy's nose Wondering where the freight train goes Standin' in the field by the railroad track Cursin' this strap on my cotton sack
The look of love Is in your eye The look your smile can't disguise The look of love Is saying so much more Than just words could ever say And what my
Traduzione: Deacon Blue and Ricky Ross. The Look Of Love.
it (Let's get it) [G-Dep] Creep with your people, though my shit is sweet and low it's no equal Front butch look, once I throw the hook you proceed
won't pay my bills Showing skills make mills, with the lyrics I spill And I'd be in jail, if looks could kill Cause I love to make do', love to spit flows
course, on this rendezvous A Caribbean cruise, a little jazz and blues And we clutch our tongues touch, it leads to passionate moods I have the blues
book of love is a final gift, dramatic in its virtue It's a beating heart I made for you Ten razors buried bones And a kiss that tastes like violence Blue
