always rides alone You're best to leave him alone for he's a ramblin stone Little girl, things can get darker than you've ever known And he always rides alone
When I was a little girl I felt so alone Quiet country house that I had to call home Living with a couple of folks, rich millionaires Sat on their money
ending Matter fact it's been a minute, all he see is pretty women Big lights, big names in a minute that'll change Burn, caught up in an all consuming flame All alone
Ken got out, big hopes of a normal life, with his kids and his wife But, when they got back to their home What they saw made them feel so alone These
The door stands open - Across lines, invisible hands are held, golden streamers building in the night. Alone, the possibilities are enormous. Step outside
lost some homies but ill never get my friends back Thick and thin we thought it wouldn't end But we were wrong son life does not go on Alone he died,
just try to persuade, everyone around you We'll make it easy for you, plan everything that you do Won't have to work very hard, you'll make it big from
(graham russell) If I've got to run instead of feeling proud If I've got to find you in a big wide crowd No doubt the country side is waiting for me
U S C, I shift ki's, a 120 plane rides Multiplied by G's, 87.3 million in a matter of months Big business and big dollars is all that I want I blaze
do this alone Me and Mexico are lettin' you go I bought a big sombrero and made me laugh Funny I don't think we were ever happy like that Country full
and yo hoe picture me and yo bitch at my crib on my posterpidict bed with the sleep number 16 matress stiff and im giving her big long hard country dick
a costumer Huffing and puffing, discussing absolutely nothing, disgusting Plus I'm feeling me rushing up in your country percussion No woman gets struck
friend there with you he'll have to go. words & music: Joe Allison & Audrey Allison copyright: 1959 Central Songs/Beechwood Music Corp. source: E-Z Play Speed Music-Country Pops 1972 by Big
by the pound, that's that Flacco, haaaa I make big plays, I got big chips Blue money like six Crips Switch gears like stick shifts Fresh as hell, no Big
and when it's lunchtime It's hop down the pub for a pint Back on the tractor to finish the plowing Standing all alone, Fred the scarecrow Hasn't got
it I? It is I Now who this cat I'm lookin at? Cause I've been waitin so long, to get where I'm goin An eye for a eye, in this country 'tis of thee Now