: There was beer all over the dance floor and the band was playin' rhythm and blues You got down and did the gator, and half an hour later, you were
: Pathos kai zileia peripetia ta xeilia mou me kaine kai oi fleves xtipane. Eksapseis sinaisthima-plimmira se kathe agkigma sou piretos anevainei.
: Mia edw, mia ekei stin agalia sou vardia ksena xadia ma 8a deis 8a kais cause I' m a bomb digi, digi... Ti dropi, ti dropi afeles agori xoris
: Dromos mprosta ein anoixtos kai sou ton deixno na pas exei kairo kai na ntitheis vges ap ti filaki. Signomi, les keri pou kais desma lita ki ante geia
: Tis nixtes den se skeftome krato st' asteria sintrofia girnao arga, pernao kala ke min peis de me niazei ma eine psema eine psema OK, OK san
: Es war schon dunkel als ich durch die Vorstadtstra?en heimwarts ging Da war ein Wirtshaus aus dem das Licht noch auf den Gehsteig schien Ich hatte
: Es war schon dunkel, als ich durch Vorstadtstra?en heimwarts ging. Da war ein Wirtshaus, aus dem das Licht noch auf den Gehsteig schien. Ich hatte
There was beer all over the dance floor And the band was playin' rhythm and blues You got down and did the gator And half an hour later, you were barfin
Music by ?? Produced by Chris Thomas Recorded 1969 at EMI Studios, Abbey Road Never released (The Bread And Beer Band) [instrumental]
Tired old man you're a wastin' slowly battling grey and blue, Built your empire as a shell so nobody prays on you, Remember when you were fresh and bitter
My driftin' memory goes back to the spring of '43 When I was just a child in momma's arms My daddy plowed the ground and prayed someday he could leave
Whispers of ancients buried by dust, Echoes of ages in canyons of rust, Is heaven so lonely? I'll know soon enough Cold as the clay, dark as a mine,
Went out last night to take a little round, I met a little Sadie and I blowed her down, Bummed a ride home, got in to bed, 44 smokeless under my head
Oh the lilies were laid on the marble in the field where the ancestors lay, And the forest was dark and primeval but the boughs seemed to cradle as they
Down in the holler there's a thriving town A treasure trove that makes the world go 'round, When the city barons bring their legal papers and guns, Oh
Talk about suffering here below And let's keep a-loving Jesus. Talk about suffering here below And let's keep a-following Jesus. Oh, can't you hear it
Oh, yonder stands the prophet, words are music to our ears, But down among the sinners, only pain and sweat and tears The sermon soothes the simple but
Come listen to my story, I'll tell you no lies, how John Lewis did murder a little Omie Wise, He asked her to meet him at Adams's spring, said he'd bring
