Porter Wagoner Lyrics
Porter Wagoner Lyrics
"First Mrs. Jones Lyrics"
Junky Man Lyrics
By Rancid: The common man doesn't suffer pain like this Only the soul that has never been kissed Let us adore our beautiful son He's ridin' on the ri
By Rancid: The common man doesn't suffer pain like this Only the soul that has never been kissed Let us adore our beautiful son He's ridin' on the ri
Her real first name was Betty but I'd rather just forget it
So I'll call her the First Mrs Jones
We were married in September and it lasted till November
Then one day she just took out on her own
I followed her to Savannah New Orleans and then Atlanta
Every day I begged her to come home
Pretty soon I started d
Self-Fulfilling Catastrophe Lyrics
words spoken monotones There? violence in your pretty homes Unfaded memories of the times we used to play No colors anymore There? laughter locked ou
rinking tryin' hard to keep from thinkingwords spoken monotones There? violence in your pretty homes Unfaded memories of the times we used to play No colors anymore There? laughter locked ou
Just how much I loved the First Mrs Jones
It was cold and dark one morning just before the day was dawning
When I staggered from a tavern to a phone
When she picked up her receiver I said you're gonna come back or either
They're gonna be calling you the Late Mrs Jones
I put
Maria Lyrics
Oh Maria hands it out she comes from Guatamala she helps me get around she helps when I'm in trouble when the ice cream hit t
a pistol in my jacket stumbled out and hailed a taxiOh Maria hands it out she comes from Guatamala she helps me get around she helps when I'm in trouble when the ice cream hit t
I told taxidriver to take me to her home
I remember walkin' proudly everybody said I yelled out loudly
Come on out or I'm gonna come in Mrs Jones
Then next thing I recall was walking to the forest
Lookin' for a place to hide her bones
I dug and dug for hours and
That's The Way It Is Lyrics
C'mon I been up, I been down I been side to side, I been buried alive I been hurt, I been robbed but I'm ok I been hot, I get cold
then I planted flowersC'mon I been up, I been down I been side to side, I been buried alive I been hurt, I been robbed but I'm ok I been hot, I get cold
Right on the top of the First Mrs Jones
Did my little story scare you oh I can see cause I'm so near you
Little beads of persperation dot your clothes
Aren't you sorry now that you left me
Really now doesn't you wanna come go with me
After all you are the Second Mrs Jones