Do you hear that whistle down the line?. I figure that it's engine number forty-nine. She's the only one that'll sound that way. On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe.
Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling. From glen to glen and down the mountain side. The summer's gone and all the roses falling. It's you, it's you, must go and I must bide.
Oh my Nola. Same old song and dance. Don't let her catch you with a care. She won't let you down. If you give yourself a chance. Oh won't you let me take you there.
O little town of Bethlehem. How still we see thee lie. Above thy deep and dreamless sleep. The silent stars go by. . Yet in they dark streets shineth.
O holy night the stars are brightly shining. It is the night of the dear savior's birth. Long lay the world in sin and error pinning. Till he appeared and the soul felt it's worth.
Oh come all ye faithful. Joyful and triumphant. Oh come ye, oh come ye to Bethlehem. Come and behold Him. Born the King of Angels. . Oh come, let us adore Him.
Grab your coat and get your hat. Leave your worries on the doorstep. Life can be so sweet. On the sunny side of the street. Can't you hear the pitter-pat.
Now one time there lived an old man. With a very crooked nose. He lived inside a log hut. And they called him ol' man Mose. One dark and dreary morning I knocked upon his door.
I sail out on my paper ship. The sea is made of fire. I ride my horse of nuts and bolts. We made to never tire. . The world is just a simple circle. I've got to keep on turning, yeah.
I want to make this a special tribute. to a family that contradicts the concepts. heard the rules but wouldn't accept. and women-folk raised me. and i was full grown before i knew.
A giant eye zapped across the screen,. With tentacle type feeler type thin roots,. Reaching for someone maybe me,. With large black block letters,. Chiseled into the white around the pupils screaming,.
Yeah I remember you. Of course I do. How could I ever forget?. Look at you. So you don't do to impress. So you don't do stress. Then you copy tested. Right.
I've got this beautiful lover who's got a special friend. that I can only talk to when we're alone in bed. This friend gets so excited when deliclitly (sic) rubbed.
[Music: O'Donnell, Lyrics: Yurkiewicz]. . While driving through Northern Pennsylvania on a cold December day. He became enraged by the amount of deer hunters "at play".
Your conscience overrides the fears of authoritarian repercussion,. You bring about ends that cannot be achieved through rational =. discussion!. So called "terrorist acts" utilized to win the fight for nature,.
Only hypocrisy prohibits legality!. A huge propaganda spree misinforms society!. Corrupt industries hinder legality!. Foolish mentalities prohibit legality!.
I have often walked down the street before. But the pavement always. Stayed beneath my feet before. . All at once am I. Several stories high. Knowing I'm on the street where you live.
Everyone knows him as old folks. Like the seasons he comes and he'll go. Just as free as a bird and as good as his word. That's why everybody loves him so.
Old man blue was a friend of mine. breakin down rocks on a chain gang line. ten more years was alot to do. tunnel out seemed like a thing to do. . Over the roof and under the fence.
Lookin around for a little bit of peace of mind but I can't seem to find it nowhere. droppin a dime never buy something so fine and i'm gonna take my soul in for repair.