(The Clash) Down the road came a Junco Partner For he was loaded as can be He was knocked out, knocked out loaded He was a'wobblin' all over the street
Down the road came a Junco Partner boy he was loaded as can be he was knoked out loaded he was wobbling all over the street Singing 6 months aint no
Down the road came a Junco Partner For he was loaded as can be He was knocked out, knocked out loaded He was a'wobblin' all over the street Singing
Down the road, come a junco partner He was loaded as could be He was knocked-out, knocked-out loaded And he was singin' this song to me Six months
Take a walk, I can't walk Down the road came a Junco Partner Hey mister he called out to me And it was three things he said [Incomprehensible] Junco
Down the road came a Junco Partner boy he was loaded as can be he was knoked out loaded he was wobbling all over the street Singing 6 months aint no sentence
Traduzione: The Clash. Junco Partner.
Traduzione: Harry Connick, Jr.. Junco Partner.
: (The Clash) Down the road came a Junco Partner For he was loaded as can be He was knocked out, knocked out loaded He was a'wobblin' all over the
: Down the road came a Junco Partner For he was loaded as can be He was knocked out, knocked out loaded He was a'wobblin' all over the street Singing
Acepto el reto de la hoja en blanco igual que un duelo con revolver bajo el sol de OK Corral, llamame Doc Holly day del wordplay, original Smith & Weason
: Acepto el reto de la hoja en blanco igual que un duelo con revolver bajo el sol de OK Corral, llamame Doc Holly day del wordplay, original Smith &
Roll me through the rushes like Moses Roll me through the rushes just like Moses Roll me through the rushes like Moses Guide me to the new woman who
Beneath this snowy mantle cold and clean The unborn grass lies waiting for its coat to turn to green The snowbird sings a song he always sings And speaks
Ne fait pas la tete Tu sais je ne suis pas prete A vivre ce genre de chose Pas maintenant cache moi ce cote morose On s'en sortira la vie s'etant des
Beneath this snowy mantle cold and clean The unborn grass lies waiting for its coat to turn to green The snowbird sings the song he always sings And
Beneath this snowy mantle cold and clean the unborn grass lies waiting for its coat to turn to green the snowbird sings a song he always sings and speaks
