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strain. With folk songs plaintive and others gay. In their own peculiar way. . American folk songs, i feel. Have a much stronger appeal. . The real American folksong is a rag. A mental jag. A
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want them. Hell doesn't need them. Hell doesn't love them. The Devil's Rejects x2. . Yeah, I am the brains,. Some say insane,. Blood is the rain,. That's whay life's about,. In the great wide
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Well I'm longing to ride on a freight train. Put a slouch hat down low on the ears. I'm yearning to leave this old town on the flight. And loose all my troubles and cares In this day of airplanes
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Bài hát American Noise - Skillet. Angry words and honking cars. Satellites and falling stars. Distant dark blue radios that whisper down my boulevards. Ghosts and chains rattle in the attic. Broken
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. Providing for our futures. My responsibility. Ya I'm real good on the pressure. Bein all that I can be. . I can't call in sick on mondays when the
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I like my heroes to be honest and strong. I wear t-shirts and blue jeans. I try to understand all the cultures of this world. I'm an American from the Midwest When I speak, I have a southern drawl
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Daisy is darling, Iris is sweet. Lily is lovely, Blossom's a treat. Of all the sweethearts a guy could meet. Well, I finally chose an American beauty, Rose. . Camellia's tragic, she can't be
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Daisy is darling, Iris is sweet. Lily is lovely, Blossom's a treat. Of all the sweethearts a guy could meet. Well, I finally chose an American beauty, Rose. . Camellia's tragic, she can't be
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Im above everything else. saved the ones that shouldnt be. hold on to them all so youll. find yourself away from me. our lost faith strung out on a line. my most empathetic dreams of you. the
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Bài hát American Tune - Paul Simon. Many’s the time I’ve been mistaken. And many times confused. Yes, and I’ve often felt forsaken. And certainly misused. Oh, but I’m all right, I’m all right. I’m
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want them. Hell doesn't need them. Hell doesn't love them. The Devil's Rejects x2. . Yeah, I am the brains,. Some say insane,. Blood is the rain,. That's whay life's about,. In the great wide
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Song American Dream (acoustic) - Casting Crowns. All work no play may have made Jack a dull boy. But all work no God has left Jack with a lost soul. But he's moving on full steam. He's chasing the
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(Admoney). I know you all just wanna hear some, mellow laid back something for the. Heart. You know what I'm saying. That good old American pride. . Scotty Edge. Well I'm American this I'm
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hand to spare. All American made. Let's see who burns the truest in the flame. Car go hand to spare. All American made. Let's see who burns the truest in the flame When I was younger I couldn't wait