's too busy shinin' on me Shine on, shine on Shine on though the world may never see Oh, my baby won't you, shine on, shine on Shine all your sweet love
's too busy shinin' for me Shine on shine on shine on though the world may never see Oh my baby won't you shine on shine on shine all your sweet love
译文: 琼斯,乔治. 服务于(服务,如果你对我的甜爱).
she's too busy shinin' for me Shine on shine on shine on though the world may never see Oh my baby won't you shine on shine on shine all your sweet love
war is over soon Guard your grill like George Foreman Time to build, as far as building I'm the doorman, opening doors My blood I expose on the floors
and I'm feelin' low Drinkin' hard and dancin' slow I'm gonna shine my buckle to George Jones Heartaches are hot on my heels Bartender, the race is on
dropped Now I'm moving on up to George and Weezy's spot I picked up where my homeboy Eazy stopped I saw the west coast, put the shit on my back Sprayed Aftermath on
Now I'm moving on up to George and Weezy's spot I picked up where my homeboy Eazy stopped I saw the west coast, put the shit on my back Sprayed Aftermath on
in the yard, and the warden's watchin Only difference is the whores is watchin Still love to see a nigga, roll up on 20's Hop in that six-four, roll up on
all my tossing and turning nights are over I don't even feel a touch of blues Once more I can see the sun a shining Shining though I know I'm over you
means so much to me If I could hear my mother pray again She used to pray that I on Jesus would rely And always walk the shining gospel way So trusting
beneath the stars an Indian maiden divine The moon is on high and seems to see her there In her eyes there's a light shining ever so bright As she whispers
SILVER DEW ON THE BLUE GRASS TONIGHT (Ed Burt) « © '57 E.M.Berbert Music » The moon was softly shining on an old Kentucky home The fragrance
(Writer Joe Carson) « © '59 Glad Music » The door to my heart locked when you walk out on me You sealed it with a time lock to be locked
WALLS, BOB WARREN Mama didn't have special trainin' She couldn't read the music, just the words But when she'd stand to sing on Sunday mornin' She
[Mike Jones] I'm back on the track, I'm bout to rip it apart 40 carats on my chest froze up my heart I'm Mike Jones, Who?, Mike Jones Jones That'll hit
and the warden's watchin Only difference is the whores is watchin Still love to see a nigga, roll up on 20's Hop in that six-four, roll up on Bentley'