And sometime these stories get old But I keep on singing my songs And I still got some soul So dream on if you think I still carry the flame Dream on
stories get old. But I keep on singing my songs And I still got some soul. Chorus: So dream on if you think I still carry the flame. Dream on if
Preklad: Jones, George. Dream On.
these stories get old. But I keep on singing my songs And I still got some soul. Chorus: So dream on if you think I still carry the flame. Dream on
war is over soon Guard your grill like George Foreman Time to build, as far as building I'm the doorman, opening doors My blood I expose on the floors
they called my number I've been living in the fast lane Yeah, it's a dream come true I'm a lucky man And I love this roll I'm on But I do run out of
what I am today You see, Momma used to whoop me with a George Jones album That's why I sing this way Momma used to whoop me with a George Jones album
Hillbilly Heaven Oh, what a star spangled night Last night I dreamed I went to Hillbilly Heaven And just as I arrived the old curtain lifted And there on
The late Mr Jones is a life pearly the late Mr Jones is on time rarely When he bought her flowers she had some for hours From another with dreams of his
was the fastest thing around G D Long and lean every young man's dream A She turned every head in town
Not too many years ago When dreams were coming true I'd reach for inspiration Sometimes it would be you I'd hear you on the radio I sure did like your
don't leave me lonely too long I need your arms to hold me and hear you say you need me Don't let me live on dreams alone don't keep me lonely too long
up from dreaming I woke up from dreaming I keep dreaming you're not gone but I'd found myself alone When I woke up from dreaming We're both making plans
guess we've walked a million miles together hand in hand We'd climb steep Rocky Mountains a happy woman a happy man We'd thought our love would go on
IF I COULD HEAR MY MOTHER PRAYER AGAIN WRITERS JAMES ROWE, JAMES W. VAUGHN How sweet and happy seem those days of which I dream When memory recalls them
[Verse 1:] I wanna take you home To my place Share my dreams and my fantasies I can't wait I wanna show u things You ain't never seen before Girl
room shack We wanted fame and fortune And we'd live life the way the rich folks do We knew some how we'd make it, together me and you With dreams and
war is over soon Guard your grill like George Foreman Time to build, as far as building im the doorman, opening doors My blood I expose on the floors,
