We all take chances, tormenting changes fighting Letting go not knowing what tomorrow brings Hour to hour, day by day, we pray someday we?ll find a Place
Recorded by hank williams, sr. Words and music by hank williams, sr. Capo: 1st fret/key: eb/play: d On your [d] journey to the grave [d7] would you [
Met a woman she's spouting prose She's got luggage eyes and a roman nose Her body is slung from side to side Need a lift she said much obliged I'm
I've crashed and burned my old Fire bird And walked away without a scratch And I've had my share of backwoods barroom brawls Been kicked and cussed and
Up there, up there Where we wanna be iz up there, up there These trees 'll get us up there, up there Them green leaves 'll get us up there, up there Where
I sit here by myself Just staring into space I thought I knew you well Well who can ever say It seems I've spent so long I can't define my right from
Als Kinder mit sieben da spielten wir oft im Hof mit dem Ball ich und Tom. Und ging mal beim Nachbarn ein Fenster entzwei ja dann liefen wir gleich davon
The beauty marks The famous names The pub fills up Outside, it rains The knee-high boots The smoky eyes Nobody knows They're none the wise The city'
Please hold on while the train is moving Oh well, you better hold tight 'cause it's really moving And though it's night, it's hot And the fingertips know
About 2 o' clock I left the party I'd been drinkin' red wine And talkin' hardy So I walked to the bus stop And looked over the city Said hello to the
I'm ready, yeah, yeah We got nothing to be guilty of our love It's one in a million, oh, one in a million You know I knew you were the one when I saw
Well, from nine years or ten she was engaged for Dan she never thought of another male then she felt something new she didn't know what to do she
Got to be a winner, trophy winner Number one Get to hold your head up high up Got to be a winner, trophy winner Number one Get to hold your head up high
y ese no se detiene Abrazame muy fuerte amor que el tiempo en contra viene Abrazame que Dios perdona pero el tiempo a ninguno Abrazame que no importa saber quien es uno
lo claro como en lo oscuro Y te juro que sin baterias soy el mas que duro Toditos en la pista uno a uno Ellos son muchos nudillos, soy un solo nudo Buscate
Uno para todos, y todos para uno March, we march (Whoa, whoa) March, we march (Whoa, whoa) March, we march (Whoa, whoa) If this is the same avenue my
fasse, tu vois les annes passent ! Toujours la grande classe dans le pe-ra et le laisser-aller. Mon album est sur le march, toi de te laisser aller,
March 16, 1993 - Arrived tonight in Marrakesh and am staying on the edge of the market. It is Ramadan and there is heightened activity all around. I am