Blue violin Play for me your saddest melody Violin Play for me your saddest melody
good love left woman if you'll just use it You know the older the violin the sweeter the music And I can play a symphony of love Like a thousand violins
done So fear not the passing of the days 'Cause like the song of the violin You only grow sweeter with age 'Cause like the song of the violin You only
your own I held her in my arms and we shared each other's charms And the Spanish violins played on The violins were singing Spanish violins sing your
in the mirror, that's when I knew. That there I was seein', an old violin. Soon to be put away, and never played again. And just like that, it hit me, That old violin
you the creeps So I assume the role Open my claws And grasp for your heart Repeat chorus Into you Like a mortal stake So vindictive Your love's slipping away Violins
'd like to say. is that staying friends is okay. but you and me we know. that in one heart love would grow. same time tomorrow. when i wake up. will the violins
Woo, hoo, ooh, hey We're heading for the West Not heading for the East We gonna live our dream 'Cause we're wild and free We are heading for the West
Who's gonna be the dancer of fat Sally Lee? Who's gonna be the dancer of fat Sally Lee? Who's gonna be the dancer of fat Sally Lee? Who's gonna be the
I was working at the railroad On the train to Arkansas Last summer, I met a girl She came from nowhere in Idaho I can't get, no no no, just can't get
CHORUS: I'm riding in the desert and i'm heading into nowhere The sun is showing me the way i'm riding alone I'm looking for adventures cause i left my
If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eye Joe I'd been married long time ago Where did you come from, where did you go? Where did you come from, Cotton-Eye Joe
Wish you were here, me, oh my countryman, wish you were here Wish you were here, don't you know the stove is getting colder And I miss you like hell and
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm Light years to be found, gaze out of my window Want to feel what it is like to belong Lead us right through the night Help us find
Mary Lou, Mary Lou I can't go on living without you Mary Lou, Mary Lou I can't go on singing without you Mary Lou (Mary Lou) Mary Lou (Mary Lou) I can
You better hold on tight when we go hittin' the hay You better hold on tight and pray You better hold on tight 'cause we go hittin' the hay Or darling
Martha: He plays the violin He tucks it right under his chin And he bows, oh he bows For he knows, yes he knows That it's hi-hi-hi-diddle diddle It's