Glen Campbell Lyrics
Glen Campbell Lyrics
"Gentle On My Mind Lyrics"
Just a Little Bit Better Lyrics
(Kenny Young) He may send you flowers baby every single day Buy you fancy clothes from Paris And have sweet things to say But I can give you love, sweet sweet love
(Kenny Young) He may send you flowers baby every single day Buy you fancy clothes from Paris And have sweet things to say But I can give you love, sweet sweet love
It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind your couch
And it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
That keeps you in the backroads by the rivers of my mem'ry
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind
I reach within my isolation, I harbor it, I honor it You say you'd like to see me closer, Of course you would, you have no choice (intro to chorus) And I cry cause the w
Or something that somebody said because they thought we fit together walking
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving
When I walk along some railroad track and find
That you're moving on the backroads by the rivers of my mem'ry
And for always you're just gentle on my min
Forty Hour Increments Lyrics
Save yourself or you'll be murdered in forty hour increments, I'm certain that the evidence will shock you. Subsequently they'll fill your chair, forgetting of your sitt
Save yourself or you'll be murdered in forty hour increments, I'm certain that the evidence will shock you. Subsequently they'll fill your chair, forgetting of your sitt
Though the wheat fields and the clotheslines
And the junkyards and the highways come between us
And some other woman's crying to her mother cause she turned and I was gone
I still might run in silence, tears of joy might stain my face
And the summer sun might burn me till I'm blind
But not to where I cannot see you walking on the backroads
By the rivers flowing g
Too Beautiful Lyrics
Born into a generation Baby boomers masturbating Killing everyone in sight Close my eyes Can't pretend this isn't happening Beauty's just a time bomb Color your hair
ntly on my mindBorn into a generation Baby boomers masturbating Killing everyone in sight Close my eyes Can't pretend this isn't happening Beauty's just a time bomb Color your hair
I dipped my cup of of soup back from a gurgling crackling cauldron in some train yard
My beard a roughen full coal pile and a dirty hat pulled low across my face
Through cupped hands round a tin can I pretend to hold you to my breast and find
That you're waitin' from the backroads by the rivers of my mem'ry
Ever smiling ever gentle on my mind