Feel the sun on your skin. Feel the love sinking in. Oh, babe, what we waitin' for?. We got nothing to do. You got me, I got you. Oh, feel the sun on your skin. Feel the love sinking in. Said, babe, w
If you'll gather 'round me, children. A story I will tell. 'Bout pretty boy Floyd, an outlaw. Oklahoma knew him well It was in the town of Shawnee. A Saturday afternoon. His wife beside him in hi
All my life it seems. I was stumbling along the rocky road of love. Trying to find my one and only love. All the heartaches remain. Like a plane upon me drowning in my loneliness. I tried to hide
I just blowed in, and I got them dust bowl blues,. I just blowed in, and I got them dust bowl blues,. I just blowed in, and I'll blow back out again. I guess you've heard about ev'ry kind of blues,
I'm a dust bowl refugee,. Just a dust bowl refugee,. From that dust bowl to the peach bowl,. Now that peach fuzz is a-killin' me. 'Cross the mountains to the sea,. Come the wife and kids and me.