: Cam-camini Cam-camini spazzacamin allegro e felice, pensieri non ha Cam-camini Cam-camini spazzacamin due soldi di sogni e di felicita chi un bacio
: the dream was good remember the feeling twirled my body from place to place at once shaken need not worry the bones in my hand are poking out stuck
: ne hai gia' di delisioni / ti piegano la schiena / sai che la vita / cammina / fuori e mai nel forno di cucina / che vedi nell'armadio / quel tuo vestito
: Frente a la chimenea Nos vamos a enamorar Oyendo villancicos Mientras comienza a nevar Luego en la Noche Buena Abrazados tu y yo Veremos las estrellas
: (Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) Crazy, crazy world, crazy, crazy times Crazy, crazy world, crazy, crazy times Hang up your chairs to better sweep Clear
Stack O'Lee blues, Know what it means, Come on, honey, let's be stepping, 'Cause my feet won't keep still, I've just gotta dance until I've had my
Hawlin Alley on a dark and drizzly night Billy Lyons and Stack a Lee had one terrible fight All about that John.B. Stetson Hat Stack a Lee walked to
The Reverend had his wife done in By a guy I knew in high school He and a friend should do her in And make it look like a robbery "Here's money, son,
(sheldon silverstein) Put another log on the fire, Cook me up some bacon and some beans, Go out to the car and change the tire, Wash my socks and sew
Stack O' Dollars Trk 14 2:53 Sleepy John Estes (James Estes) Sleepy John Estes - guitar & vocal With: Noah Lewis - harmonica Jab Jones - piano & Yank
Put another log on the fire. Cook me up some bacon and some beans. And go out to the car and change the tyre. Wash my socks and sew my old blue jeans
Crazy crazy world, crazy crazy times Crazy crazy world, crazy crazy times Hang up your chairs to better sweep Clear the floor to dance Shake the rug
If this world may tell me not to turn it all the way It's the last thing I need 'cause you're better anyway You take it from me I don't want these things
PUEDO PONERME CURSI Y DECIR QUE TUS LABIOS ME SABEN IGUAL QUE LOS LABIOS QUE BESO EN MIS SUENOS, PUEDO PONERME TRISTE Y DECIR QUE ME BASTA CON SER TU
They say that I'm a loner They say that I'm a stooge But all I've ever wanted Was back in baton rouge We'd paddle up the river Go fishin' in a stream
(Stack$) Yo Baby, what's up? (Brooke) I been around him and I know what he's about Shinin' those fancy things, but its not what he's made out of...
En esta tarde gris soleada si pero gris dentro de mi en la hamaca estoy tirado porque si y no me mueve ni dios de aqui he nacido cansado para convivir
I forced myself to go alone Because the clues had told me my mind ain't what it was before I feel it's passing thru me I threw my head onto the floor
