Don Williams Lyrics
Don Williams Lyrics
"The Old Trail Lyrics"
Red Letters Lyrics
Red Letters Pages filled with a holy message Sealed with a kiss from heaven On a scroll long ago Phrases, words that were bound together Now
Red Letters Pages filled with a holy message Sealed with a kiss from heaven On a scroll long ago Phrases, words that were bound together Now
(Charles John Quarto, Steve Gillette)
There’s a new ridge road
That cuts the mountain to the bone.
Slices through the woods
Like there ain’t nobody home.
You can wheel on up the valley view.
You’ll never feel the climb.
Oh, but I’ll take the old trail every time.
The old trail,
Just mos
Paperface [Demo Version] Lyrics
Amy Moore blew her top Stole a car, shot a cop Sped away 2000 miles Didn't stop until she hit New Orleans But that's alright There's just one thi
ies right along, Amy Moore blew her top Stole a car, shot a cop Sped away 2000 miles Didn't stop until she hit New Orleans But that's alright There's just one thi
Moves at the speed
Of a sweet love song
And the wind through the trees
Carries her own wind chimes.
Yeah, I’ll take the old trail every time.
Lately it seems things vanish by degrees.
How soon we forget
We made our tree houses out of trees.
When we going to realise
Some reasons j
GOT 2 AGAIN Lyrics
(Spoken) Now in this song we employ the use of numbers now what I’ll do is have a volunteer give me a number and I’ll take that number and make a verse for a
st don’t rhyme. (Spoken) Now in this song we employ the use of numbers now what I’ll do is have a volunteer give me a number and I’ll take that number and make a verse for a
Yeah, I take the old trail every time.
The old trail.
Now may she never fade.
The one where the deer
Always have the right of way.
How I love to watch the wintergreen
Along the timber lines.
Yea, I’ll take the old trail every time.
People in cars
Let the radios do the talkin
Picture Me Lyrics
Picture me, on a postcard Picture me, on a magazine Call me On my private number You've got my photograph On your bedroom wall Picture me (Cause ev
g Picture me, on a postcard Picture me, on a magazine Call me On my private number You've got my photograph On your bedroom wall Picture me (Cause ev
But I always find
That I’m singing when I’m walking.
The old trail
Just moses right along.
Moves at the speed
Of a sweet love song
And the wind
Through the trees
Carries her own wind chimes.
Yeah, I’ll take the old trail every time.
I take the old trail every time...