Rodney Crowell Lyrics
Rodney Crowell Lyrics
"Prechin' To The Choir Lyrics"
Weila Waila Lyrics
by, I think, John McGettigan & His Irish Minstrels. But I'm not sure. And there was an old woman and she lived in the woods A weila weila waila There was an old woman and she lived in the woods <
by, I think, John McGettigan & His Irish Minstrels. But I'm not sure. And there was an old woman and she lived in the woods A weila weila waila There was an old woman and she lived in the woods <
My self importance is a god forsaken bore
I aim for heaven but I wake up on the floor
I'd take up with rattlesnakes to get my point across
I'd argue with a parking brake to show em who's the boss
It's my intention to inspire Instead I'm Preachin to the choir
I had some money but I blew it living high
My wine and women were the best that you could buy
I tried to prove myself a man of certain taste
But all
Grievin' & Smokin' (The New Way Of) Lyrics
Bottle night 3 am Drying out in the den Good fellowship, we gonna get it together We gonna build and bitch Oh fella's I want you t' know I feel alright 'bout the new way of grievin' and smok
I've got to show you now is written on my faceBottle night 3 am Drying out in the den Good fellowship, we gonna get it together We gonna build and bitch Oh fella's I want you t' know I feel alright 'bout the new way of grievin' and smok
I'm not someone you'd admire but I'm still Preachin' to the choir
I'm born a lion but I don't believe it fits
I'm no King of the jungle out there livin by my wits
This morning's paper called for romance on a whim
I reckon I'd believe em' if they told me sink or swim
I'm under water not on fire but I'm still preachin to the choir
Baytown Texas there's a fisherma
Nobody Cares Lyrics
[Kastro] (talking) Hmm, damn, I feel ya Turn, nope, don't nobody care These Outlawz feel y'all (yup) Yeah, don't nobody care Sometime it get like that (When it feel like don't nobody care) I
n I knew[Kastro] (talking) Hmm, damn, I feel ya Turn, nope, don't nobody care These Outlawz feel y'all (yup) Yeah, don't nobody care Sometime it get like that (When it feel like don't nobody care) I
He read the bible and he spit tobacco too
He said that crap about the rod you spare to spoil the child
Is only propaganda meant to keep you in denial
Go on and follow your desire but he was Preachin to the choir
Time is of the essence when you're hanging by a thread
And the answer to your questions won't unravel in your head
When you're staring at forever from the edge of life's abyss
No one's gonna
Shoeshine man Lyrics
Who's that spankin' up the Weather of the afternoon? Exterminater for the legions of the Cockroaches of gloom Mister ears hang low I'm barkin' at you It gets scary in the morning When
tell you how it all came down to thisWho's that spankin' up the Weather of the afternoon? Exterminater for the legions of the Cockroaches of gloom Mister ears hang low I'm barkin' at you It gets scary in the morning When
If you say different your a liar I'm just preachin' to the choir
When I'm standing at the St Peters gate a trying to slip on in
I might as well plead guilty to the worst of who I've been
I used to like to think I had a special way with words
But right now I'm convinced I've more in common with the birds
I'm not ready to retire I'll keep on Preachin to the choir