For two long weeks you're goin' to Kansas City And I'm sure to goin' to miss you while you're gone Well this ol' time will seem to die without you But
this love we have apart For this day I'll hold you in my heart I've got a song to sing [unverified] And now I'll always have a song to sing
there is hope there is a dream To rise above, to remit and to redeem To go back, to go where there's no hurt or anger there To find the song that you
If anyone wants to know where to find me I'll be right here in the warmth of your arms 'Cause you, you're the one I can trust in You've never done me
Susan wants to be a secretary She has all the necessary requirements But since her mom left home, her dad's gone to pieces And she has to stay and look
my eyes Then I may see the way Susan, baby, take me to that party 'Way over yonder Tell me, Susan, do you mind Come on, Susan, take the time Tell me, Susan
Preklad: Clifford T. Ward. Song For Susan.
Preklad: Crosby, Still, Nash mladý. Song For Susan.
Preklad: Susan Raya. Kansas City Song.
Preklad: Susan Raya. Pesničku.
: When all the knots attention keep you from getting loose Relax your love Relax your living And cruise... past the People's Choice and their backwards
those Christmas songs So if you ask me and I don't tell you Bet your sweet bottom dollar I lied 'Cause there's never been one better Than Susan when she
: Met on the shore on a rainy dawn in late November, ?Speak not a word,? was what you wrote to me. Shoes soaked in sand and a heavy coat around your
: Well, I've got a carved arm and a black tooth Crippled boot and a broken heart Stuck out here in Smiley Oh God, I'm so alone I will roam hobo
: All eyes on baby Darling daughter She's learning to speak The words we taught her All eyes on baby Darling daughter She's learning to wear
: Medicine bottle And a preachin' bone Boxcar daughter And a Blackfoot tombstone Cheyenne slaughter Up at Sandcreek Road Standin' in the water
: Roll me on home in a blanket of gold Roll me on home in a blanket of gold Walk down the river and throw in my bones Roll me on home in a blanket
: I love your pretty face It just brings me back To our younger days When the world Seemed full of grace You wore your Sunday suit And I wore lace
