: How many times have I heard, "In the South they just don't work." Lazy angels spill time and use lives as I would mine. Pouring out of windows, like
were behind me. My enemy can find me if only to remind me that I'm really not alone. All the South Dakota mornings I have known. The eagle flies on a South
: It's so nice of you to call To check on me today It's ironic 'cause after all You left me this way You say you'd feel a whole lot better If I'd at
: South of the border, down Mexico way. That's where I fell in love where stars above, came out to play. And now as I wonder, my thoughts ever stray.
the streets In capsules a few years after Blondie's ?Rapture? [Chorus: Necro] The flow is South of Heaven Satanic underground Death metal rap Progressive verbal shredding South
: Somebody's baby boy ain't coming home tonight We don't need no baseball bats We don't need no silver ghats But we're gonna fight tonight Put up your
good to me, 'cause you see - I leave my woes at stranger's road dispose, and let the sun back on my face. It's a soul sense of pride, good lord the south
new horizons and unknown shores From the North to the South From the East to the West Chasing changing Everything is changing From the North to the South
: Mister pull up a chair I got time for tears Tell me all the stories that you never did Of the salty south The Seminoles held out While Geronimo died
: Papa died smiling Wide as the ring of a bell Gone all star white Small as a wishing well And Sodom, south Georgia Woke like a tree full of bees Buried
here we go Thats what's up down South Simple livin' that's we're all about Call your neighbors, we help each other out Thats what's up down South Kids
: (Traditional) [Chorus:] Take me back to the place where I first saw the light To my sweet sunny south, take me home Where the mocking birds sing me
: You can talk about the weather Or the mayor's sister You can talk about small talk You can walk the city limits In a matter of minutes Talk about taking
: (Travis Edmonson) Well, I know I don't have to be told That the North wind is chilly and cold. Well, I know. Far from the South wind I ran. Now, I
: (Lillian Bos Ross/Sam Eskin/Rich Dehr) [Chorus:] South Coast, the wild coast is lonely, you may win at the game at Jolon But the lion still rules
need is one more thing to fear, and a dark place to hide [Chorus:] You know you?re south of heaven A quarter mile from hell You know you?re south of
been eaten down By the dirty south So let's give a crown A gold shining crown To the dirty south To be a boy, to be a boy In the dirty south To be
a long long way to Tipperary, South Central, Tippera---ry, long long way to Tipperary, South Central, Tippa, Tippa, Tippa. I will not I cannot, I will not I won't, South