North winds have made my face a little older. And my back is bent through trying too hard. My vest is torn so I make no perfect picture. To place upon your white-washed wall.
I stayed away so long Jo. don't think that I could come back. You're doin' so well without me girl. you'd laugh if you'd know'd where I'm at. . You knew me when it was all my world.
I wouldn't change a thing if I could live it all again. . Ah listen. It's funny you know when you sit down. and think about what you had. About the friends you used to know.
Who's that knocking on my door. It's gotta be a quarter to four. Is it you again. Coming 'round for more?. . Well you can love me tonight if you want.
Listen here. You don't have to love me always Cindy. You don't need to see me every day of the week. You don't have to notice my brand new shoes. But please, please say hello some time.
I was born and raised the only son of a lawyer. till I was approximately the age of four or perhaps five. I lost both my mother and my father. Killed in a fire way up on the fourteenth floor.
Did you ever stand and shiver. while looking at a freezing river. Have you froze to the bone. with just a coat to keep you warm. to keep you from a howlin' wind.
Sixteen years old, looking for a hideaway. I'm a set designer, my Mum and Dad think that I'm gay. I'm a lazy bugger, but I like my sport. Like girls and music, I'm happy, happy sort of a guy.
Stay away from my window. Stay away from my back door too. Disconnect the telephone line. Relax baby and draw that blind. . Kick off your shoes and sit right down.
Stay away from my window. Stay away from my back door too. Disconnect the telephone line. Relax baby and draw that blind. . Kick off your shoes and sit right down.
In these days of changing ways. So called liberated days. A story comes to mind of a friend of mine. . Georgie boy, was gay I guess. Nothin' more or nothin' less.
In these days of changing ways. so called liberated days. a story comes to mind of a friend of mine. . Georgie boy was gay I guess. nothin' more or nothin' less.
In these days of changing ways. So called liberated days. A story comes to mind of a friend of mine. . Georgie boy, was gay I guess. Nothin' more or nothin' less.
When the rain came I thought you'd leave. 'cause I knew how much you loved the sun. But you chose to stay, stay and keep me warm. through the darkest nights I've ever known.
I am a man of constant sorrow,. I've seen trouble all my day.. I bid farewell to old Kentucky,. The place where I was born and raised.. . For six long years I've been in trouble,.
In constant sorrow all my days. . I am a man of constant sorrow. I've seen trouble all my days. I bid farewell to old Kentucky. The state where I was borned and raised.