to escape the old silver clock When day is through Tick tock, so, so slow It says 'Yes', it says 'No' It says, "I wait for you" The old old silver
all aboard! album. it is the only album it has been released on. Old train, I can hear your whistle blow And I want to be jumping on again Old train
the tenth, Richmond had fell It's a time I remember so well The night they drove old Dixie down And the bells were ringin' The night they drove old
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
old man comes around. You got to hidey-hide you got to jump and run again You got to hidey-hidey-hide the old man is down the road The old man is down
Well way down younder in the deep blue holler Yeah way back in the swamp where the snakes go crawlin' Shriveled old lady with a tombstone mouth
a new light, new day Listening for the meaning, learning how to say It's a new place but you've always been here You're just listening to old voices with
been tryin' to shake Well, I guess old habits are hard to break I guess old habits are hard to break I guess old habits are hard to break I guess old
flame will always burn When will I get over? Come on, when will I ever learn? Old love, leave me alone Old love, go on home Old love, love Old love, old
Lonely I wander through scenes of my childhood They bring back to memory the happy days of yore Gone are the old folk, the house stands deserted No light
How old was i, 5 or 6 or so The innocent years, long ago Father on a chair reaching up so far Crowning the tree, with that old tin star And it shines
you've gone, life will go on Like an old song that we've sung When I grow too old to dream I'll have you to remember When I grow too old to dream Your
them on our own (chorus) I never will forget him For he made me "what I am" Though he may be gone Memories linger on And I miss him, the old
stubborn as a mule There's a big old goofy man Dancing with a big old goofy girl Ooh big, it's a big old goofy world Ooh big, it's a big old goofy world
My old flame, my wife, poor ghost old love My old flame, my wife One day in June, I drove by our old house in Maine Everything changed for the best, how
chance away today I'd been asking for a speedy resolution Hoping other signs would go away Since sitting here, talking 'bout old china And how old ladies
him When he went to hide his tears All in vain was no game For he'd lost an old friend In the end, in the end Old John Robertson He wore a Stetson