by sorrells pickard. . ev'ry night she's on the corner,. she's got her business in the street.. her smile may make you think that you can own her,. but that smile's reserved for ev'ryone she sees..
by sorrells pickard. . patiently she stares down the runway,. today's the day that he is coming home.. seems like he's been gone a life time. and a life time is a long time to be gone..
oooh... one, two.... . mama, i guess you have stood and cursed. the day i found that old guitar.. when uncle harry died,. the one we found in the boot of his old car..