gotta ride Fly high Everybody gonna eat my dust I gotta move so I won't rust Got me a one way ticket to the other side And I gotta ride Maybe folks
hillside as a mother mourned her loss And we all stood to gain from the heavenly pain on the other side of the cross On the other side of the cross the
ride; Fly high. Everybody gonna eat my dust. I gotta move so I don't rust. Got me a one way ticket to the other side, And I gotta ride. Instrumental
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found. There's no love left at home we're both just hangin' on And love comes from the other side of town. (Chorus) Love comes from the other side of
tide Don't try denyin' livin' on the other side Don't cross the river if you can't swim the tide Don't try denyin' livin' on the other side Don't cross
ears and all the dead dogs of hell they cross our veins, remain afraid and the emptyness we feel it cuts the pain, torch the plains Throwing crosses
, Memories are miseries company, I've bared my fair share, Promise land not far from here, But beggars prayers got me nowhere. String me on this fucking cross
Well, it's not far down to paradise, at least it's not for me And if the wind is right you can sail away and find tranquility Oh, the canvas can do miracles
So I'll cross my heart And hope to die Before I have a chance to lie To you my dear Oh I wish no harm I know the end will turn out wrong See I've been
my place or burst into flames? Mind keeps changing with the seasons, clean but I'm a mess, my faith for love has been put to rest Fingers crossed
she took a flatboat across the shallow CHORUS: Left me in my tears to drown she left a baby daughter Now the water's wide and deep and brown She's crossing
been around the world, looking for that woman-girl who knows love can endure. And you know it will, and you know it will. When you see the Southern Cross
This is personal Worse than I thought it was Worse than it could be Worse than a hole in me You came with fire And left it in me Deep down it sits And
The O.H.I.O. S.H.P. Had a quota to fill, that quota was me One helluva night down at the H.O.B. 51 pieces on the side of the road Francis Ford and Mary
Blame me if you wanna blame me Hang me if you're gonna hang me Damn me if you're gonna damn me Don't drag me along What's up? I know what you're thinking
If I had a dime for every single time That something was promised to me I'd have about 235 dollars And not a lot of wait and see What's gonna be Hey
