You're sweet as a honey bee But like a honey bee stings You've gone and left my heart in pain All you left is our favorite song The one that we danced
M. field / n. oliphant The same old story It's as old as the stars above The same old story Of a boy and a girl in love The scenes say more moonlight
She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair blown all around She's a hot southern
Grey like new day leaks through the window And some old song comes on the alarm clock radio We walk the forty blocks to the middle Of the place we heard
When we yes, yes y'all we rock it all night To other MC's doin rock 'n' roll It's Run-D.M.C., Kid Rock patrol DJ Run 'til I'm done, D.M.C.'s the soul
Emma tried to run away I followed her across the city She went out to the Easter house Because she liked the sound of it She didn't have a single penny
I've gotta pocket full of money I shouldn't spend To drink him away again My heart stops cold in my chest There he is in the back of the bar lookin' his
Come on. ooh, yeah. Never be the same again. I call you up whenever things go wrong. You're always there. you are my shoulder to cry on. I can't believe
Come on, ooh, yeah Never be the same again I call you up whenever things go wrong You're always there, you are my shoulder to cry on I can't believe
She's not that good a driver And it's not that good a car There's rain on that horizon She's never gone that far No storm is gonna stop her Not a little
You're sweet as a honey bee But like a honey bee stings You've gone and left my heart in pain All you left is our favorite song The one we danced to all
(parody of "That Old Black Magic" by Glenn Miller & His Orchestra, from the movie "Star-Spangled Rhythm") That old back scratcher has me in its spell,
What do I know? Somebody tell me I've been running from You so long Please help me Lord, find my direction I just can't do it on my own You lift me up
(Bill Fries, Chip Davis) She was mud and sand and concrete Mixed with water made a' tears From the rivers runnin' down the Great Divide She was three
(Chip Davis, Bill Fries) She was old, and beautiful, and wise, and She taught the young boy everything he needed to know. All about the land, and the
says, "What'll it be?" I says "A cup of your best and a number three." She come back with an order to go and a quart of hot C and a bone for Sloan. I
You're sweet, like a honey bee But like a honey bee sting You've gone and left my heart in pain And all that's left is our favorite song The one we used
THAT OLD WOODEN ROCKER There it stands by the fire with its back to the wall That old wooden rocker, so stately and tall With naught to disturb it but
