Bobby Goldsboro lyrics
Bobby Goldsboro lyrics
"Its Too Late Lyrics"
Grace Under Pressure Lyrics
Grace under pressure Cooling palm across my brow Eyes of an angel Lay me down Grace under pressure Cooling palm across my b
Grace under pressure Cooling palm across my brow Eyes of an angel Lay me down Grace under pressure Cooling palm across my b
Little Things
Artist: Bobby Goldsboro (peak Billboard position # 13 in 1965)
Words and Music by Bobby Goldsboro
Little things that you do make me glad I'm in love with you
Little things that you say make me glad that I feel this way
The way you smile, the way you hold my hand
And
Good Enough Lyrics
Why do I have to believe in some man that died for me? Why do I have to go to church? I'm good enough I'm good enough. Am I not good enough for you
when I'm down you always understandWhy do I have to believe in some man that died for me? Why do I have to go to church? I'm good enough I'm good enough. Am I not good enough for you
You know I love those
Little things in my ear that you say when there's no one near
Little things that you do let me know that your love is true
When we walk, you like to hold my hand
And when we talk you tell me I'm your man
You know I love those
Little t
Vardag I November Lyrics
som inga sorger fanns naturens lagar i balans som om vi alltid var tillsammans men som om v?rden sa ifr?n som glada dar drar korta s
hings that I hear, the little things you whisper in my earsom inga sorger fanns naturens lagar i balans som om vi alltid var tillsammans men som om v?rden sa ifr?n som glada dar drar korta s
I know there ain't nobody else like you
No one could do the little things you do-oo
Little things that you do make me glad I'm in love with you
Little things that you say make me glad that I feel this way
When we walk, you like to hold my hand
And
Cripple Creek Lyrics
CRIPPLE CREEK (Kentucky, traditional) Hey, I got a gal, At the head of the creek, An' I'm goin' up t' see her, 'Bout three
when we talk you tell me I'm your manCRIPPLE CREEK (Kentucky, traditional) Hey, I got a gal, At the head of the creek, An' I'm goin' up t' see her, 'Bout three
You know I love those
Little things that I hear, the little things you whisper in my ear
I know there ain't nobody else like you
No one could do the little things you do-oo
Transcribed by Ronald E. Hontz
ronhontz@worldnet.att.net