everytime I hear a tune That talks about South Texas where the cactus is in bloom I feel I oughta be there every evening after dark To hear the fiddler
Übersetzung: Merl Haggard. Texas Fiddle Song.
good rhyme While drinking all they wanted to A bitter sweet, this final evening, before he must leave her side They danced around the glass filled tables while fiddlers
her How fast this good old boy's world got better Sky got bluer, the grass got greener Just the first few seconds after I first seen her Like my favorite song
with murder Down on music row The almight dollar And the lust for worldwide fame <a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni</a>
: On the road making noise Rocking hard for all the girls and boys We got the groove we got the songs Our kinda music makes you sing along Well jump
can see me through different eyes Make a princess of me Sing for supper and sing for pence A song?s all I have to give With a fiddle and with no rest
: [T.S.O.L. cover song] I never got along with the girls at my school Filling me up with all their morals and their rules They'd pile all their problems
starts to come on way too strong. All those hearts lay open that must sting, Plus some customers just start combusting. That's the penalty when life is but a song
that energy starts to come on way too strong. All those hearts lay opena?? that must sting. Plus some customers just start combusting. That's the penalty when life is but a song
that energy starts to come on Way too strong All those hearts lay open that must sting Plus some customers just starts combusting That's the penalty When life is but a song
Then that energy starts to come on way too strong All those hearts lay open, that must sting Plus some customers just start combusting That?s the penalty when life is but a song
is bright and my fiddles tuned for playing" Tell me that the night is long Tell me that the moon is glowing Fill my glass I'll sing a song And will start
The moon is bright and my fiddles tuned for playing" Tell me that the night is long Tell me that the moon is glowing Fill my glass, I'll sing a song
So dance with me, dance with me, sing with me can't you see I'm following the rainbow kissed strands of your magic carol Follow your joyful song anywhere
legged again in the park Hard fed stories inspirational spark Dragonflies rag now signaling dark Over my shoulder yes a night patrol car Mobs moving songs
down with the clown like a blow man Had a hat and eyes outta charcoal And a pipe, we fill it with indow Me and him sang songs in the snowflakes He ate
: (Tim Buckley / Live at 'Greetings From Tim Buckley', tribute concert at St.Ann's Church, New York, April 26 1991) If a fiddler played you a song,