Well, an old man said to me In a voice filled with pain "Where you going, young man?" Said, "I'm going to fight a war Gonna fight for my country in some
Big Old Goofy World John Prine Up in the morning Work like a dog Is better than sitting Like a bump on a log Mind all your manners Be quiet as a mouse
Locked inside my bedroom Looking at the pictures up on the wall I need a little elbowroom I need space man that ain't all Get home first thing you know
What will happen to your mama and daddy after they have grown old You know things're really changed a lot in these modern days And as moms and daddys
(Dolly Parton) Daddy was an old time preacher man He preacher the word of God throughout the land He preached so plain a child could understand Yes
Junge Menschen mA?ssen zur Schule gehen, junge Menschen mA?ssen lernen, auf ihren eigenen Beinen zu stehen, unter fernen Sternen. Junge Menschen sagen
Thought I was laying in the gutter In milk cartons and bones But I was standing on a mountain top Looking over your homes Thought I was laying in my
Said she was an angel, she was mending broken wings Told me she could teach me how to fly There's no easy answer and illusions that I hold I watch her
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme Remember me? 'Member me? This old man, he plays one on one He was your cool whip master, you were his B.C. son This old man
Parfois je m'ennuie Et je descends respirer le soleil La ville fait du bruit Mais elle n'a pas le temps D'ecouter le coeur des passants Sometimes I'
A beast swept with passion For one of them who inhaled His shadow Who flung away from the sanity That carried her all the way The sadist has installed
Gods of ancient twilight, glance the golden past, let me enter your hidden gate, let me know I am the last. Rise nocturnal spirits, eternal gods of the
He is in his room, men will be there soon They come to smash the heaven he has known Now he's sure to know soon that he must go This backstreet dream
Old man, you were young then Had so much love that You traded for gradient things So I walked up to your red door And I could not see a reflection of
Sometimes I don?t like being where I am No matter what I?d rather be in a barrel of kosher salt and pickle brine With a thousand paper cuts I?m uncomfortable
I was thinking back to the first time we met Over plangent chords in a sad vignette You were waving goodbye in a cherry red corvette And your lips were
Twenty years and we?re still on the beat Stretchin? out and goin? for it I don?t know if these ends will ever meet Thing with love is you can?t store
No need to be explicit Anyone can see Injury was permanent The wound was really deep Doesn?t talk about it much I listen when she does And when she?s