Guitar Man
J. J. Cale lyrics
J. J. Cale lyrics
"Miss Ol' St. Louie Lyrics"
The Pain Is Gone Lyrics
Take my rage. Hide it in your fists. It's all for you. It's all I can do.
Miss ol' St. Louie, wish I was back
Picking my guitar by the railroad track
All them pretty womens, hangin' 'round me
Miss ol' St. Louie, how it used to be
Mississippi River, wate
Running down to Memphis on to New Orleans
Trying to hustle quarters, nickels, and dimes
Ol' St. Louie's where I spent my time
Standing on the corner with my old wooden box
W
Cotton and tobacco and people for sale
Trying to stay clear of the St. Louie jail
Strumming to the rythm of an old freight train
Ol' St. Louie's w
Ain't no doubt about it, wish I was back
Picking my guitar by the railroad track
All them pretty womens, hangin' 'round me
Miss ol' St. Louie, how it used to be
Take my rage. Hide it in your fists. It's all for you. It's all I can do.
Miss ol' St. Louie, wish I was back
Picking my guitar by the railroad track
All them pretty womens, hangin' 'round me
Miss ol' St. Louie, how it used to be
Mississippi River, wate
Vixo Lyrics
Ah fed Vixo on ev'ry fear 'n' fret 'n' phobia Til it nor ah could stand the strain no lon
r so deepAh fed Vixo on ev'ry fear 'n' fret 'n' phobia Til it nor ah could stand the strain no lon
Running down to Memphis on to New Orleans
Trying to hustle quarters, nickels, and dimes
Ol' St. Louie's where I spent my time
Standing on the corner with my old wooden box
W
Shock Lyrics
Welcome to my world Headfirst to the earth With my sights on the goddamn kill swit
tching them steam boats gather at the dockWelcome to my world Headfirst to the earth With my sights on the goddamn kill swit
Cotton and tobacco and people for sale
Trying to stay clear of the St. Louie jail
Strumming to the rythm of an old freight train
Ol' St. Louie's w
Back in the U.S.S.R. Lyrics
Flew in from Miami Beach BOAC Didn't get to bed last night On the way the paper ba
here I played my gameFlew in from Miami Beach BOAC Didn't get to bed last night On the way the paper ba
Ain't no doubt about it, wish I was back
Picking my guitar by the railroad track
All them pretty womens, hangin' 'round me
Miss ol' St. Louie, how it used to be