Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes. Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottled blues. And tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair. Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes.
brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes. warm evenings, pale mornings, bottle of blues. and the tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair. brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes.
Oh, well, I was born in alittle bitty tar hut. And they called me a man 'cause I couldn't. keep my big, big mouth shut. So what's the sense of me sitting here leaving.
Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes. Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottle of blues. And the tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair. Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes.
Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes. Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottle of blues. And the tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair. Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes.