Good evening, Mr. Bellows. Good evening, Mr. Bellows. Good evening, Mr. Bellows President, he's a pretty nice guy. I'd like to take him out to dinner sometime. Drive around in his motorcade
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of mine . Tell het to reap it with a sickle of leather. (War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions). Generals order their soldier to kill . And togerther it all in a bunch of heather. (and to fight for
. Their bellows strike fear in my heart. I know if the storm lasts very much longer. There's bound to be a stampede Stampede cry stampede the thing. That a cowboy fears the most is stampede As I sat in
blacksmith, bellows aim. He fans the embers to a flame I'm all fired up, I'm all fired up. There's a flame burning in my soul. And my heart is a burning coal. I'm all fired up, I'm all fired up Those who
. My head hits the pillow, a weepin' willow. I can't sleep, a pain so deep it bellows. But these cellos help just to keep me mellow. Hands on my head, touch knees to elbows. I'm hunched over, emotion
head hits the pillow, a weeping willow. I can't sleep, a pain so deep it bellows. But these cellos, help just to keep me mellow. Hands on my head, touch knees to elbows. I'm hunched over, emotion just