Up in the morning Work like a dog Is better than sitting Like a bump on a log Mind all your manners Be quiet as a mouse Some day you'll own a home That
Sitting 'round, talking 'bout old China And how the ladies hair will go to gray Paying for a speedy revolution Hoping those fine lines will go away Someone
Old John Robertson He wore a Stetson hat People everywhere would Laugh behind his back No one cared to take Any time to find out What he was all about
Old man he looks out the window You know he gets quite a fright. Whole world has gone and changed on him Feels like it was overnight. He saw a world
Hey how about this A little conversation tonight Thinking aloud how we struggled to find Our place in the dizzy heights Don't often do this We never
I want to be good, I want to be strong But I treated him bad, I've done him wrong I've taken his money, I've given him hell And he takes it all 'cause
Don't abandon life Don't step away Don't give up that tune That you never could play If you're folding your tent And the gas pipes groan If every bone
Why hello, say can I buy you another glass of beer Well thanks a lot that's kind of you, it's nice to know you care These days there's so much going on
She's got the mind of a child And a body peaking over the hill Well, she would if she could And she should but nobody will With her nails painted red
(Tom Drake) Five men to guard the British rank and five to watch the town above And two to stand at either hand and one to let Bill Tenner out. He had
Twinkle twinkle little star How I wonder what you are Up above the world so high Like a diamond in the sky Twinkle twinkle little star How I wonder what
Hey boy, I better warn you To make your reservation Your exit's overdue I can only promise he ain't the soul to laugh I've known him long enough to speak
Keep your windows down Catch a chill if you will To turn a trick or two And learn something new Turn your colour brown Be alright for a night I'll drive
This old guitar taught me to sing a love song it showed me how to laugh and how to cry. It introduced me to some friends of mine and brightened up some
Ain't no people on the old dirt road No more weather on the old dirt road It's better than a mudslide mamma when the dry spell come, yeah Oh oh oh old
He's the old school He don't say when he's hurting He'll just hide away 'til it's over And tears are dry He's the old school and you can't see him cry