when it began All I know is it?s through I?m not the one you thought you knew Hang On Momma stop the bullet from rushing to my head Hang On Momma
know when it began All I know is it?s through I?m not the one you thought you knew Hang On Momma stop the bullet from rushing to my head Hang On Momma
sex her But you're standing on the wall like you was Poindexter Next days function high class luncheon Food they're serving, you're stone-cold munchin' Music comes on
Uh.. Come on [3X] State your business Come on Let's make it hot Come on (word) Let's make it hot Come on Let's make it hot Come on, let's make it hot (
And there's pictures of keys and of strife There hung pictures of youth and of beauty Of old age and a blushing young bride They all hung on the wall
It's a reflection 1-2-3 go Gonna be a bride for the 100th time Faded beauty eyes with some worry lines I'm not gonna crash in the friendly skies Living on
we got Don't let go girl, we got a lot Got a lot of love between us So let's hang on, hang on, hang on To what we got (Do do, do do, do do) You say you
flame more times than you can tell the best thing you could do for her is to pass and wish her well She ain't dying on her feet, nor hanging on your
poured and the tables were cleared the toasts and the speeches began The bride and groom cut the cake, everyone cheered! then all eyes fell on the
the flame More times than you can tell The best thing you can do for her Is to pass and wish her well She ain't dying on her feet Or hanging on your
people that I talk to when I must. In triplicate my body hangs - left drying in the sun, Four horses at the starting gate - their riders waiting on my
don't understand Somewhere we can feel it Somewhere over there Somewhere we can find it If we dare I have hope But mistakes I made, hang on Read my
in years It's up at uncle Slayton's 'cause he's getting on in years You know he no longer travels but he's still pretty spry He's not much on talking
her But you're standin' on the wall like you was Poindexter Next day's function, high class luncheon Food is served, and you're stone cold munchin' Music comes on
pictures of sorrow and strife There hang pictures of youth and of beauty of old age and a blushing young bride But the saddest of all that hang on the
On one morning In the month of May When all the birds Were singing I saw a lovely maiden stray Across the fields at break of day She softly sung her
