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the other guys were out playin' with the football. I was home bangin' on the keys. And it got me Right where I am. This is me. Playing the piano. Hope ya like what I do. It's for you. And I'll
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. He's a laid back country picker with a laid back country mind He gave the folks a good show at the Shreveport Coliseum. They all heard he's dying, so they all come out to see. Friends and neighbors
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. He's a laid back country picker with a laid back country mind He gave the folks a good show at the Shreveport Coliseum. They all heard he's dying, so they all come out to see. Friends and neighbors
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The lullaby of spring. Donovan. . Rain has showered far her drip. Splash and trickle running,. Plant has flowered in the sand. Shell and pebble sunning. . So begins another spring,. Green
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Oh the waters' so deep on the river of Jordan. And the lite shines so bright from heaven above. And the midnite is past a new day is dawning (from heaven on high). Oh the great ship will anchor in
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He was a good time, beer bar picker. Until the night she came along. He gave up his women and his liquor. And she put the sad in all his songs Something about her made him sorry. She was holy in
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that boogie sound. Degenerate the faithful. With that craazy Casbah sound. But the Bedouin they brought out the electric camel drum. The local guitar picker got his guitar-picking thumb. As soon as
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, Rainbow brite. Anime,Avril lite. Pro tools all the way. Hey,hey,hey,hey. Dont try to label me hypocrite. Cause I will do what I want to. Some will say that I'm counterfeit. But I will be what I want to
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Bài hát Gold Skies - Sander van Doorn, Martin Garrix, DVBBS, Aleesia. See the smoke when the sun shines . We will forever be faded under gold skies . Captivated in your cold eyes . We will forever be
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people all were fools. 'Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker. To ever play the blues He looked to be sixty. And maybe I was ten. Mama used to whoop me. But I'd go see him again. I'd clap my hands
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people all were fools. 'Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker. To ever play the blues He looked to be sixty. And maybe I was ten. Mama used to whoop me. But I'd go see him again. I'd clap my hands
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to the rolling of the hearse. The going up was worth the coming down. He's a poet he's a picker. guitar
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to the rolling of the hearse. The going up was worth the coming down. He's a poet he's a picker. guitar
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Caught a light sneeze, caught a light breeze. Caught a lightweight, lightning seed. Boys on my left side. Boys on my right side. Boys in the middle. And you're not here De do dede dedde do. De
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Caught a light sneeze, caught a light breeze. Caught a lightweight, lightning seed. Boys on my left side. Boys on my right side. Boys in the middle. And you're not here De do dede dedde do. De
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