Concentrate, listen to me, while you do me Should I surrender when you pursue me? You think a man don't have heart and soul When a hand's that good, anybody
We need peace in L.A., what happened was wrong We all feel betrayed, but we got to be strong If the powers that be let evil go free You must understand
Peace of mind You see me on the street, well, you guess I'm doing fine Oh, but it's fantasy, baby, almost all the time I've got to get away by myself
Let me sit on your porch, let me drink a beer Let me scratch that hound dog's ear Let me rock in your rocking chair Gimme peace, gimme peace, gimme peace
sparks fly day and night dark and light Different types of Faces Ahh, faces faces Faces And everywhere you go you see Faces yeah yeah yeah Faces Break I race at a pace
bread Reba decorated the tree with popcorn strings before we went to bed Mama and daddy sacrificed because this Christmas was kind of lean After all there was the babies Tom
by Nanci Griffith, Tom Russell Don't want to be standing here With this ticket for this outbound plane Cause I've been here before And somehow this doesn
really might know what it's like Then you really might know what it's like Then you really might know what it's like Mary got pregnant from a kid named Tom
Walking by the busy set Where she is dressed The silhouette Of innocence And so I slow my pace To take it all in. Then someone calls "We're rolling sound
said Baby, I'm so far away from home and I miss my Baby so I can't make it by myself I love you so Well I was pacing myself trying to make it all last
're all waiting for her to come down from her stars When her problems come they come and go like winter time And I'm pacing with her fitting in just like
the way you stare I don't like that joke - no, no, no And I don't wanna smell like smoke I don't like that face - no, no, no And I don't wanna walk your pace
Asiatic black plan Pre-Adam-ite, first to see the light Way before Adam and eve took flight Bless the seed of Abraham, I came to jam Protest the teachings of another man Uncle tom
It's Tom and Andy! OZZIE: Hey, Tom, Andy! Hey, fellas, how are the New York dames? ANDY: Wonderful - I don't remember a thing! TOM: Awful! I remember everything! (Tom
and the buildings towering high above lit like dominoes or black dice all the used car salesmen dressed up in Purina Checkerboard slacks and Foster Grant wrap-around, pacing
Let's rock, get bigger Yes, yes y'all Innovative Let's rock, get bigger Now swing your partner around, dosey-dosey Like musical chairs and ring around the Rosie The party you pace
