And the coneys and the picas play Where the marmots abound All a-diggin' in the ground And the wind blows cold all day There's a little pile a' stones
' to settle Red colored stone Lord is leading my way To her cottage way down in the meadow She's my sweet country girl Green trees and golden hay And
weight Of flesh and bones Andy, aren't you tired? From the sun and rain, river soaking you From the beer cans on your dashboard And the bullet hole
is now known by the sorrel and the roan? By the chestnut, and the bay, and the gelding grey? It is: stay by the gate you are given And remain in your
said and done Gary's favorite position Was the missionary one Jimmy Dean was Gary's hero And he studied him with care How he stood and how he walked And
you, gone to seed Think your reason is your guilt and greed You're out there on your own Your face is turned to stone What ever happened to your life? Stone
my downfall. But I call and I call and I call. I called her on the phone and she touched herself. She touched herself. She touched herself. I called her on the phone and
downfall but i call and i call and i call i called her on the phone and she touched herself she touched herself she touched herself i called her on the phone and
be my downfall But I call and I call and I call I called her on the phone and she touched herself She touched herself, she touched herself Called her on the phone and
it could chew And if I ever checked around I might be surprised at what I find I wish I just knew your Uno And I could spend days wondering how You are and
A silent lake under eagle's wings Reflecting sky and mountains high It's waters hide some mystery A plate of stone, discovered trace, leads back to unknown
, that raw 'caine down here, yeah And I done made my way, round here And them hoes know, I twist them like haze round here Been made down here, blow hay
Love and war inside of our den. Let's make a den What shall we use? Make it out of bricks Who will be leader? In it how the sticks and stones will
of a woman's hair A wooden cross a paper prayer A stone where her body lay A stack of feathers a pile of hay A mushroom for an eye ball A mustache from
. But I call and I call and I call. I called her on the phone and she touched herself. She touched herself. She touched herself. I called her on the phone and
(feat. Tego Calderon) [Sen Dog] Don't be like, uh, a Cubano Be like ? stoned marijuano Esta capitan pingolete Swing is here with the force of a machete
phone every day, I'll permanently hit the hay hay. I called her on the phone and she touched herself. She touched herself. She touched herself. I called her on the phone and