Текстове на песни:
Fall From Grace

fall from grace And oh, when you reach for me I fall from grace, I fall from grace And oh, when you touch my hand I fall from grace And oh, when you

take the dreamers hand Their world is falling from the stars They start a thousand wars It's coming to an end And the rain's falling like tears you've

Each time we talk we turn the conversation black Each time we talk we always get lost in the facts And if you were to fall from grace I'd have a picture

Well, if I should fall from grace with God Where no doctor can relieve me If I'm buried 'neath the sand Where the Angels won't receive me Let me go,

If I should fall from grace with God Where no doctor can relieve me If I'm buried 'neath the sand Where the ANGELS WON'T RECEIVE ME Let me go, boys

famished man Who fortune could not save Did you work upon the railroads? Did you rid the streets of crime? Were your dollars from the white house? Were they from

Thanks and praises, thanks to Jesus I bet on the bottle of smoke I went to hell and to the races To bet on the bottle of smoke The day being clear, the

breeze On a road leading up Glenaveigh I sat for a while at the cross at Finnoe Where young lovers would meet when the flowers were in bloom Heard the men coming home from

I am francisco vasquez garcia I am welcome to almeria We have sin gas and con leche We have fiesta and feria We have the song of the cochona We have brandy