like licking on the sun My truck's hid in the back yard so come here and give me some Said lady, that's the way You've gotta rock me when he's gone
But if he thinks he's some kind of tough cowboy And he's hurt her then I want to know how Did he shoot her with his compromise Like a heart attack he
God in heaven What's he waiting for If He can't hear the children Then he must see the war But it seems to me That he leads his lambs To the slaughter
I hear him hummin' Some old song he wrote of love in Boulder Canyon I guess he'd rather be in Colorado I guess he'd rather be in Colorado I guess he'd
Dir spricht. He, John, Lieder schweigen nicht. Deine Lieder schweigen nicht. He, John, Lieder schweigen nicht. Deine Lieder schweigen nicht. He, John, Lieder schweigen nicht. Deine Lieder schweigen nicht. He, John
load--it doesn't weigh me down at all He ain't heavy, he's my brother He ain't heavy, he's my brother He ain't heavy. He's my brother
him He took me in and made me everything I am today He's my rock and I ain't gonna throw him away I know he wasn't always what he is now He had to make
she leaves he won't know why He's got a diamond in his hand He needs to save it if he can He doesn't know what loving her could mean He doesn't know
almost half her size He thinks he looks like her but I know he's got my eyes He is an angel but he breaks my heart 'Cause he makes me want her again
strangers on a train Well, she poisoned him with words, well, he tried to spit them out Well, he thought it was all absurd, you know that he had got
one day On a dusty pew in a vestibule Sits the Devil playing pocket pool He's waiting for the next poor fool Who forgot that it was Sunday He forgot
Yes, I gave her a wink From the passenger side And my foot fell asleep As I swallowed my candy Knowing he was in Heaven Before he died Now a harbor
hear him hummin' Some old song he wrote of love in Boulder Canyon I guess he'd rather be in Colorado I guess he'd rather be in Colorado I guess he'd
, her, he or she Him, her, he or she Him, her, he or she Him, her, he or she Him, her, he or she Him, her, he or she Him, her, he
I hear him hummin' Some old song he wrote of love in Boulder Canyon I guess he'd rather be in Colorado I guess he'd rather be in Colorado I guess he'
the pages slowly fade everytime she cries When she leaves he won't know why He's got a diamond in his hand He needs to save it if he can {Chorus} He
He is an angel but he breaks my heart cause he makes me want her again Whatever he's made of... He makes her happy he breaks my heart he makes me want
in heaven What's he waiting for? If he can't hear the children Then he must see the war But it seems to me That he leads his lambs To the slaughter
