Wholesale love, girl Wholesale love, girl Wholesale love, girl The way you used to call my name You make it sound sweet and plain The way you kiss and
Train number one is gone Train number two is gone Train number three is been gone Now how long must I wait for you? All right Time I laid my handkerchief
Übersetzung: Meilen, Buddy. Them Changes.
Übersetzung: Meilen, Buddy. Down By The River.
: Where the road is dark and the seed is sown (seat is soaked??) where the gun is cocked and the bullet's cold where the miles are marked in blood
but they just want to know your name Driving in to Darlington City Got a union connection with an uncle of Wayne's We drove eight hundred miles without
'll bake some kidney pie We're gonna stuff 'em Put 'em on display 'tween Patsy Cline and Buddy Holly We'll have our own air crash museum People lined for miles
: Do you pray to someone new When you're locked up in the rock Is the golden age dead and gone Are the hands stuck on the clock Can you talk to Buddy
idea Figure you can diss me to jump start your career I punch you in your fuckin chest 'til your heart kicks in gear (bitch) And fuck your underground buddy
: Jimi : "buddy miles is goin' to do something he wrote called 'them changes'." Well my mind is goin' through them changes I feel just like commiting
damn appliance White tee, wrinkled and a mug Adopted my mothers luck and quick wits So I spy me a bobbin' head bitch from a mile away Girls stay a mile
: Buddy tip your bottle back and climb aboard the bus Join your brothers in the van You ain't bum in Birmingham and you ain't one of us We don't really
: Buddy can you spare a dime For a little glass of wine Buddy don't you pity me Just one drink then I'll be In a world all my own The only place I call
4-5 When she disobeyed hand off clated craze Just to reiterate dog those was the days Fo' da invasions of hatas i aint cool to mile around Use to get
on my rhyme like Mr. Cooper I'm takin you to a zone that's much far from wackness So please could you tell me oh bud buddy can you hack this? Yo, oh
buddy down And dug for him a shallow grave and laid his body down Half a mile from Tucson, by the morning light One man gone and another to go My old buddy
the front end hittin speed bumps 40 miles per hour I'm out at Howard, next to Baltimore Takin' change out the fountains at shoppin' malls Rats can only afford chuck-e-cheese The blood in my jeans is tough like Buddy
but they just want to know your name Driving in to Darlington City Got a union connection with an uncle of Wayne's We drove 800 miles without seeing
