Yes I am the boy, Who once worshipped you. As you seemed to destroy the ground beneath you. No more am I, A part of the cicle, Or the boy who once worshipped
pure delight featuring John Barbee The pure tenor quality of the voice Of Harold Montgomery gives a special interpretation To the grand old hymn, "The
dresser, so I put it in the drawer 'Cause I can't seem to talk to God without yelling anymore And when I sit at your piano I can almost hear those hymns
for the soul country With folk cooking things That melt in your mouth Mmm, when my cousin, Cindy Lou Plays a twilight hymn to you She makes that old piano
ry word's the Gospel truth Got witnesses ta prove it, too, 'Cause we all toured with a fella by the name a' Milton Now Milton was o-fficial tour director, Electrical piano
it mean? Where's the keyboards and the tambourine and the guitar And you know, I mean, the stuff that like white people like We had a piano Somethin
Where's the keyboards, and the tambourine, and the guitar And you know, I mean - the stuff that like, white people like [Meatwad] We had a piano [Carl
be She's got church hymns on her lips Small hands play me Fur Elise Apologizes when she slips She's just damned cute when she drinks She's got church hymns
I put it in the drawer 'Cause I can't seem to talk to God without yelling anymore And when I sit at your piano I can almost hear those hymns The keys
pure delight featuring John Barbee The pure tenor quality of the voice of Harold Montgomery Gives a special interpretation to the grand old hymn "The
CHORUS Ich mach aus Schei?e Gold, Feuer frei Vamanos! Die Hymne furs Volk, der sich einsam nach oben boxt. Kampferherz, das ist besser als Geschlechtsverkehr
delight featuring John Barbee The pure tenor quality of the voice of Harold Montgomery Gives a special interpretation to the grand old hymn "The Old
Yes I am the boy, Who once worshipped you. As you seemed to destroy the ground beneath you. No more am I, A part of the cyde, Or the boy who once worshipped
It?s either dead or in jail, it?s high noon for the convicts The bloody sickle strapped to my chaps is conquest It?s a glory rhyme, this battle hymn sung
: CHORUS Ich mach aus Schei?e Gold, Feuer frei Vamanos! Die Hymne furs Volk, der sich einsam nach oben boxt. Kampferherz, das ist besser als Geschlechtsverkehr
