Night is fallin' on this honky tonk city country music spliin' out on the street sure can sound good to a hard workin' man at the end of a hard workin
I think of tears, I think of rain on shingles I think of rain, I think of roses blue I think of Rose, my heart begins to tremble To see the place she'
roses are red violets are blue i wanna write you poetry and tell you how much i love you but I can't find the words no I can't find the words I could
Traducere: Mitchell, Joni. Trandafiri Albastru.
: I think of tears, I think of rain on shingles I think of rain, I think of roses blue I think of Rose, my heart begins to tremble To see the place she
: (L. Tiegen) Ended a worker, according to plan, 'Cause you're just a woman and i'm just a man. Whatever the future might happen to bring, It'll be
I think of tears, I think of rain on shingles I think of rain, I think of roses blue I think of Rose, my heart begins to tremble To see the place she
Out of the blue horizon Stretched a band of gold From the straits of Juan De Fuca To the east of Portland, Maine You held my hand As we raced along the
This life is filled with wonder This life is full of days not spent Oh I cannot help but ponder What relevance that lends [Chorus:] Oh but everything
(By Nanci Griffith, Margaret Mary Graham & Mikki Griffith) Saint teresa, your patron childs come home Were you there to greet her? Did your angels know
(Nick Lowe & Paul Carrack) I live on a battlefield Surrounded by the ruins of a love we built And then destroyed between us, the smoke has cleared As
(By Sonny Curtis) Breakin' Rocks in the hot sun I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won I needed money and I had none I fought
If you could stand behind my eyes for just one day Could you see my heart beside you? If you knew my love had never flown away Would I be missing you
I will find somebody new Maybe tomorrow I will stop this missing you Maybe tomorrow Times the healer... times the key So all the wise folks say Oh, maybe
(By Nanci Griffith, James Hooker & Danny Flowers) Gulf Coast Highway He worked the rails He worked the rice fields With their cool dark wells He worked
This flesh and bone ain't much protection For an honest heart like mine A broken home for good intentions Damaged inventions of my design [Chorus:]