they'll be on their way. . This old town's exploding,. And the mayor's uptight,. He'd like to make it to the show,. But he knows it's not his night. . He's got to be beholding,. To his legal spouse
that's in town, you, you could look around for miles. It's like that high grade, top shelf kind of love. You hit me one time, I bet you'll be back here again, and again, and again. . Tell me what you
in his curly-wurly and asked me if I needed a ride. Asked me if I needed a ride. But she was. Blinded by the light,. revved up like a deuce,. another runner in the night. Blinded by the light
Ricky was a young boy, He had a heart of stone. Lived 9 to 5 and worked his fingers to the bone. Just barely got out of school, came from the edge of town. Fought like a switchblade so no one could
Song Blue Ridge Mountain Blues . Singer Earl Scruggs. When I was young. And in my prime (in my prime!),. I left my home in Caroline. Now all I do is sit and pine,. For all those folks I left
in the end is always left so alone. That man whom with his fingers cheats. And who lies with ev'ry breath. Who passionately hates his life. And likewise fears his death. . I pity the poor
I've grown accustomed to his face. He almost makes the day begin. I've grown accustomed. To the tune that he whistles night and noon. . His smiles, his frowns. His ups, his downs. Are second
I've grown accustomed to his face. He almost makes the day begin. I've grown accustomed. To the tune that he whistles night and noon. . His smiles, his frowns. His ups, his downs. Are second