-
blues I was born a lover not a worker. Money doesn't smell like sweet perfume. Some of us feel out of place. With engine oil upon our face. Believe me, you better believe me
-
. You'll never know how nice it seems Or just how much it really means. And I'd rather be, yes, siree. New Orleans the land of dreams. Where I can lose my Basin Street blues Now ain't you glad you came
-
. You'll never know how nice it seems Or just how much it really means. Just to be, yes, siree, in New Orleans. The land of dreams where I can lose. My Basin Street blues Now, you're glad you came with me
-
. You'll never know how nice it seems Or just how much it really means. Just to be, yes, siree, in New Orleans. The land of dreams where I can lose. My Basin Street blues Now, you're glad you came with me
-
. You'll never know how nice it seems Or just how much it really means. And I'd rather be, yes, siree. New Orleans the land of dreams. Where I can lose my Basin Street blues Now ain't you glad you came
-
Song Rainy Day Blues - Willie Nelson. Well it's cloudy in the morning gonna be raining in the afternoon. Cloudy in the morning and it's gonna be raining in the afternoon. If you don't like this
-
work late". . Sometime I wonder. What I'm gonnna do. There ain't no cure. For the summertime blues. . Well, my mom and papa told me. Now you better earn some money. If one of you is gonna go
-
Song Motel Blues - Loudon Wainwright III. In this town television shuts off at two. What can a lonely rock and roller do?. Oh, the bed's so big and the sheets are clean. And your girlfriend said that
-
and the blues had poor me. . I can see the green grass growin' on the hill. But I ain't seen the green grass on a dollar bill. I'm goin' down to Georgia, been up in Tennessee. So look me over baby
-
. Quand on aper? Oit plus la lueur du phare. Que l'eau entre dans les cales. Le plus beau devient si banal. Qu'on aurait envie. D'affaler toutes les voiles. . Le blues est blanc. Quand le c? Ur broit
-
that's the place I'm so longing to be. Where I can lose. These old Basin Street blues. . No, Basin Street, my Basin Street. Where the young and the old folk meet. Down in New Orleans, in that land of
-
She walked down the yard, caught the longest train she seen. She walked down the yard, caught the longest train she seen. Said, she'd ride and ride "till the blues wear offa me". It's two bullyin
-
yodelin' in this song;. But I can't yodel for the rattlin' in my lung. My good gal sings the dust pneumony blues,. My good gal sings the dust pneumony blues,. She loves me 'cause she's got the dust
-
. You'll never know how nice it seems Or just how much it really means. Just to be, yes, siree, in New Orleans. The land of dreams where I can lose. My Basin Street blues Now, you're glad you came with me
-
, extinguishing. All that you've ever known. Turn your touch screens off and start harvesting. In the seeds that your parents sew It's got me singing blues that hit you like a cannonball. Loud enough to break
-
fun. And when the rosin starts to fly and I'm lookin' in the eye. Like I'm just about to blow a fuse. Mama call the doctor 'cause your boy has got. The rocking Boogie Woogie Fiddle Country Blues. I
-
fun. And when the rosin starts to fly and I'm lookin' in the eye. Like I'm just about to blow a fuse. Mama call the doctor 'cause your boy has got. The rocking Boogie Woogie Fiddle Country Blues. I
-
. Album Parchman Farm Blues, Roots rts 33055. . I was over in Aberdeen. On my way to New Orlean. I was over in Aberdeen. On my way to New Orlean. Them Aberdeen women told me. Will buy my gasoline
-
from Folsom Prison. That's where I want to stay. And I'd let that lonesome whistle. Blow my blues away
-
forgotten blues He's long gone, and now I'm lonesome blue
-
Song Milk Cow Blues(Edit Version) - George Strait. Well I woke up this mornin'. Looked outdoors. I can tell my milk cow. I can tell by the way she lows. If you see my milk cow. Please drive her
-
down!. Lisa Although I'm only eight years old,. I've really paid my dues, it's true. That's why I've got a case of,. A case of the Moanin' Lisa Blues. (Guitar solo). I wonder how I got here,. I
-
Folsom prison, that's where I want to stay. And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away.
-
stretch my claws. Move my jaw. Move my jaw. . Can't seem to lose those Perrier Blues. Can't seem to lose those Perrier Blues. Can't seem to lose those Perrier Blues
-
Folsom prison, that's where I want to stay. And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away.
-
S. Colvin - L. Klein. . Here we go again. Another round of blues. Several miles ago. I set down my angel shoes. On a lost highway. For a better view. Now in my mind's eye. All roads lead
-
prison, that's where I want to stay. And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away
-
mean I went to the depot, sat my suitcase down. The blues overtake me and the tears co me rollin' down. . Woman I love, she must be out of town. Woman I love, man, she's outta town. She left me this
-
from Folsom Prison. That's where I want to stay. And I'd let that lonesome whistle. Blow my blues away
-
Bài hát Big City Blues - Lil Peep, Coldhart. I just wanna see you smile, I just wanna make you mine. We can spend time, smoke away the time. We can go anywhere you ever wanted. Anything you ever
-
NIGHTS IN WHITE SATIN . ( THE MOODY BLUES ) . Nights in white satin, never reaching the end . Letters I've written, never meaning to send . Beauty I'd always missed with these eyes before . Just what
-
say this town'll waste your mind. Must be right 'cause it's wasted mine Some got to win, some got to lose. Good time Charlie's got the blues My old heart keeps telling me. There ain't no kid at
-
brain a-thumpin', I got no time to lose. Mama's superstitious, tryin' to overcome these blues
-
Just when every ray of hope was gone. I should have known that you would come along. I can't believe I ever doubted you. My old friend the blues. . Another lonely night, a nameless town. If
-
say this town'll waste your mind. Must be right 'cause it's wasted mine Some got to win, some got to lose. Good time Charlie's got the blues My old heart keeps telling me. There ain't no kid at
-
world a7 fell a-d part. . Chorus. Weary d blu-ue-ue g ues from d waitin'. Lord, I've been e7 waitin' too a7 long. These d blues have g got me d cryin'. Oh, sweet ma-a-ma, a7 please come d home