I'd even take a Run-Around Sue Oh yeah, all right Well, I never got to scream for a Layla I never saw Mary-Anne walkin' away I never danced on the sand
man You thought you were better than T R I double L, that's with capital letters man The Pimp and the Bun, Bobby U.N. and J.R. Big Dick Cheney, and
will never fit Was it Coronation Street? Or was it Londonderry? Oh it doesn't fucking matter, Paul Daniels'll keep us merry Yes, I've heard of Bobby Sands
the bad news Daddy called to say he can't go Bobby can't believe Daddy missed their weekend Three times in a row And another grain of sand Slips
But it was all so long ago, and who now cares or knows why Bobby Sands chose his lonely death? But to the one who wrote that sign, it seems that Bobby
Words and Music by Tommy Boyce and Bobby Hart I want to be free like the bluebird flying by me Like the waves out on the blue sea Your love has to tie
trail of tears (Trail of tears) Bobby said that Bobby said that It'll be alright Down on Laguna Beach they used to bury their secrets deep And Bobby
in the desert And it's too hot to think You gotta know about the milk truck If you want a drink And when the cowboy's sing Bobby sands and the bear You
hmm hmm How many roads must a man walk down before you can call him a man And how many seas must a white dove sail before she can sleep in the sand And
In the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand With an aching in my heart and my pockets full of sand I'm a long way from home and I miss my loved
shade your pretty head from the sun Let's keep moving down the road that has no end it seems For a long time we've been dreaming California dreams Where the sands
misty moonlight by the flickering firelight [ Skeeter ] Any place is all right long as I'm with you [ Both ] In a faraway land on the tropic sea sand [ Bobby
remains Gone are the days of the diesel And songs about wrecks in the rain The Macs and MacLeans have all rusted away The Harvesters rot in the sand
Conway Twitty Lyrics - Sand Covered Angels Lyrics Three sunburned noses, The color of roses, Bobby's got a frog in his pocket Where is your sister
impress me them people come and stress me Undastand, to be the man ain't even the plan But stand in my way and get crushed under sand So guard your
here we stand in a box of sands Where's the playground Bobby you're the one who's supposed to know his way around Where's the playground Bobby if I don
Bobby went to town Looking for a coat Looking for some Protection from the cold Bobby found the truth He held her in his arms He wore her like a knight