Gordon Lightfoot Lyrics
Gordon Lightfoot Lyrics
"Hangdog Hotel Room Lyrics"
Unfinished Sweet Lyrics
Candy everywhere, got chocolate in my hair, Aching to get me. Sticky sweet suckers in the Halloween air, Aching to get me.
Candy everywhere, got chocolate in my hair, Aching to get me. Sticky sweet suckers in the Halloween air, Aching to get me.
I go in for singing, I do it for my pay
But the kind of gig I can really dig is swiggin' at the break of day
With a few good friends and neighbors into playin' the nighttime tunes
So pass the jar and that old guitar in this hangdog hotel room
I believe in magic, a little m
Another brick in the wall (part 2) Lyrics
We don't need no education We don’t need no thought control No dark sarcasm in the classroom Teachers leave the kids alone
onkeyshinesWe don't need no education We don’t need no thought control No dark sarcasm in the classroom Teachers leave the kids alone
But the kind of row I can really hoe is playin' in tune on time
With rhythms all around us we're like weavers at the loom
So pass the jar and that old guitar in this hangdog hotel room
Oh Lord it feels so good to play a nighttime tune
So pass the jar and th
DREAM CITY Lyrics
(L.Mason/S. Barnacle) Jane was an actress, now she's a waitress Steve's at the cafe parking cars A year or two back they were
at old guitar in this hangdog hotel room (L.Mason/S. Barnacle) Jane was an actress, now she's a waitress Steve's at the cafe parking cars A year or two back they were
When it comes to mornin' and goin' out at night
Well the kind of test that I like the best is rubbin' the wrong girl right
And a few good friends and neighbors in to playin' the nighttime tunes
So pass the jar and that old guitar in
The Imploding Voice Lyrics
Everywhere you are Is everywhere you've been Just lost to the beat Punching thru your skin You don't know what to do
this hangdog hotel room Everywhere you are Is everywhere you've been Just lost to the beat Punching thru your skin You don't know what to do
Oh Lord it feels so good to play a nighttime tune
So pass the jar and that old guitar in this hangdog hotel room
With rhythms all around us we're like weavers at the loom
So pass the jar and that old guitar in this hangdog hotel room