When I agree with you baby it makes you mad and when I don't it makes you sad. When I argue back you pack and leave and when I don't you pout in grieve.
In the world's mighty gallery of pictures hang the scenes that're painted from life. There hang pictures of love and of passion and there's pictures of sorrow and strife.
When I agree with you baby it makes you mad and when I don't it makes you sad. When I argue back you pack and leave and when I don't you pout in grieve.
In the world's mighty gallery of pictures. Hang the scenes that're painted from life. There's pictures of love and of passion. And there's pictures of keys and of strife.
I have heard your stories about your fast trains. But now I'll tell you about one all the southern folks have seen|g. She's the beauty of the southlands listen to that whistle scream.
In the world's mighty gallery of pictures hang scenes that're painted from life. There's pictures of love and of passion and there's pictures of piece and of strife.
I have heard your stories about your fast trains. But now I'll tell you bout one all the southern folks have seen. She's the beauty of the southland listen to that whistle scream.
I have heard your stories about your fast trains. But now I'll tell you 'bout one all the southern folks have seen. She's the beauty of the southland, listen to that whistle scream.