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Waylon Jennings lyrics
Waylon Jennings lyrics
"Mammas, Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys Lyrics"
Burnt By The Sun Lyrics
Atom-smashers in the cocktail lounge tonight Opera singers in the graveyard keeping time And the DJ mixes them all And the music rhymes bu
Atom-smashers in the cocktail lounge tonight Opera singers in the graveyard keeping time And the DJ mixes them all And the music rhymes bu
Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold.
They'd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold.
Lonestar belt buckles and old faded levis,
And each night begins a new day.
If you don't understand him, an' he don't die young,
He'll prob'ly just ride away.
Mamas, don
Sweet Dreams Lyrics
Anderson/Foster) Sweet dreams can solve the future, Sweet dreams provide the past. Sweet things within your makeup; These t
't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.Anderson/Foster) Sweet dreams can solve the future, Sweet dreams provide the past. Sweet things within your makeup; These t
Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks.
Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such.
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
'Cos they'll never stay home and they're always alone.
Even with someone they love.
Cowboys like smok
wayward wind Lyrics
ANNE MURRAY-WAYWARD WIND The wayward wind is a restless wind A restless wind that yearns to wander And he was born the next of kin
y old pool rooms and clear mountain mornings,ANNE MURRAY-WAYWARD WIND The wayward wind is a restless wind A restless wind that yearns to wander And he was born the next of kin
Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night.
Them that don't know him won't like him and them that do,
Sometimes won't know how to take him.
He ain't wrong, he's just different but his pride won't let him,
Do things to make you think he's right.
Creep CD version Lyrics
[Submitted By Lleyton Winters] When you were here before, Couldn’t look you in the eye, You’re just like an angel, Y
[Submitted By Lleyton Winters] When you were here before, Couldn’t look you in the eye, You’re just like an angel, Y
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks.
Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such.
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
'Cos they'll never stay home and they're always alone.
Even with someone they love.