You bring me sunshine I bring you rain You bring me smiles I drive you outta your brain You bring me up I bring you down I bring you flowers It brings
what is life it could be a million It could be a single dime Or it could be a ship out on the water But to me it's just more time Time for the one who
Jenny come back from California She said her mother's doing fine Jenny come back from California With a sparkle in her eye (verse) Early last June
December it's usually a little colder That's something that I'll learn as I get older People walkin' by staring at the ground Most of them walk on by
Been a lot of word floatin' round 'Bout what I do with my life People talk but I don't hear a sound, fabricated lies You think you got me all figured
Jimmy was a small town kid The only thing that he ever did Was cross that south side railroad track Annie was a small town girl Wanted so bad to see
VERSE 1: A long haired man came to my door Wearing roman sandles, carrying a golden sword Said come with me, and I'll take you higher. We soared out
Hello there, my old friend Not so long ago it was 'till the end We stood outside in the pouring rain On the way up the road we started all over again
Check me out in my easy chair Bottle in my hand How it ever got to go far I guess I'll never understand Cause I bend and bend until I break Then I bend
Could you try to keep it down I was up kinda late last night Yeah, I'm feeling like I usually feel after I feel alright I don't wanna hear another word
It's a long stretch of highway at midnight in New Mexico It's a small colored light that shines from your car radio It's the old motel owner who sleeps
Well it's late, and you know I've been up drinkin, Talkin to myself up and down the hall. Ain't it great, another fabulous disaster. Well I can't wait
was dialtone she really thought she heard it ring this time she said what am i thinking, i must be only dreamin maybe its a hundred times it crossed
I got a one hundred-dollar bill It's all shiny, crisp, and clean And it's burning a hole in the pocket of my jeans I think I'll spend it on some pills
Today the sun refused to shine The outside door was closed I started to think it was in my mind But it's your leavin I suppose On the front porch I
Smokin' cigarettes, got a hold of me long before the summer of 1993 Barley hops and Moutain Dew used to be my golden rule long before I graduated school
Keep your eyes up in the sky You might see me sailing by Farewell fine people We'll meet again In a better time and place A look toward the Heaven When I cross
World on your shoulders Lot on your brain Enough to drive a girl insane Well I been thinkin bout maybe headin' southbound Wonder if you'd do the same