Status Quo Lyrics
Status Quo Lyrics
"Down The Dustpipe Lyrics"
Not My Kind Of People Lyrics
I called the old crowd over as soon as you were gone My first night here without you couldn't stand to be alone Their jokes're not reall
I called the old crowd over as soon as you were gone My first night here without you couldn't stand to be alone Their jokes're not reall
( Grossman )
Heading down the back turnpike, signposts are pointing west
Fell into the lonely dustpipe, hope my pick-up can stand the test
But I'm doing all right now
Rolling down the dustpipe, na-na-na-na nana-na-nana-na
Rolling down the dustpipe now, got a ten d
Tell Everybody Lyrics
Well every night when I come home, you just make me want to cry. There's no more feeling in your heart, I can tell by the look in yo
ollar bill in my jeansWell every night when I come home, you just make me want to cry. There's no more feeling in your heart, I can tell by the look in yo
Because there ain't no room for a kosher cowboy in a town like New Orleans
But I'm doing all right now
Rolling down the dustpipe, na-na-na-na nana-na-nana-na
Guess I didn't make it in the city, but that's just the way that it goes
'Cos there's a lotta
Shayla Lyrics
Shayla worked in a factory. She wasn't history. She's just a number. One day she gets her final pay and she goes far away. Green
lunatics, crazy ghostmen, baby, don't like the shape of my noseShayla worked in a factory. She wasn't history. She's just a number. One day she gets her final pay and she goes far away. Green
But I'm doing all right now
Rolling down the dustpipe, na-na-na-na nana-na-nana-na
Rolling down the dustpipe now, got a ten dollar bill in my jeans
Because there ain't no room for a kosher cowboy in a town like New
Champ Lyrics
Way back then I was a champion A fighter in the ring And all the crowds would cheer My praises they would sing Now I am a forgot
OrleansWay back then I was a champion A fighter in the ring And all the crowds would cheer My praises they would sing Now I am a forgot
But I'm doing all right now
Rolling down the dustpipe, na-na-na-na nana-na-nana-na
Rolling down the dustpipe now, got a ten dollar bill in my jeans
Because there ain't no room for a kosher cowboy in a town like New Orleans
But I'm doing all right now..