Stephen Stills Lyrics
Stephen Stills Lyrics
"Down the Road Lyrics"
I've Got To Be Free Lyrics
You're burnin' my heart You're burnin' my mind You're spoilin' my art You're wasting my time No taste in your actions
When I was a young man
Standin' in the door
The room was dark and smokey
The smell of death befo' me
Think I'll go down
Mama
Go on down the road
See what's goin' on
Down the road
Lotsa friends and chirren
Layin' in the grass<
Believe I'm goin' have to pass
Think I'll go down
Mama
Go on down the road
See what's goin' on
Down the road
Then you find your kokane
Start to movin' fast
Trip, stumble, fall, freeze up
Hope your body la
Think I'll go down
Mama
Go on down the road
See what's goin' on
Down the road
Drinkin' plenty good liquor
Bourbon twelve years old
Herowine, just in time
Worst trip that I know
Think I'll go down
Mama
Take a passWriting a Letter Lyrics
I'm writing a letter to my baby My baby so far away I'm writing a letter to my baby And this is what it says: &quo
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Go on down the roadYou're burnin' my heart You're burnin' my mind You're spoilin' my art You're wasting my time No taste in your actions
When I was a young man
Standin' in the door
The room was dark and smokey
The smell of death befo' me
Think I'll go down
Mama
Go on down the road
See what's goin' on
Down the road
Lotsa friends and chirren
Layin' in the grass<
Man from Mecca Lyrics
Scott/Tucker/Priest/Connolly Take a black grab I think of what you'll had Here's a wildcat Take a white m
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Hookah makes me crazyScott/Tucker/Priest/Connolly Take a black grab I think of what you'll had Here's a wildcat Take a white m
Believe I'm goin' have to pass
Think I'll go down
Mama
Go on down the road
See what's goin' on
Down the road
Then you find your kokane
Start to movin' fast
Trip, stumble, fall, freeze up
Hope your body la
Watching the Wayfarers Lyrics
We saw gold when there was only dust in the worst we saw in us what no one else could we traveled far and tramped the dirt do
stWe saw gold when there was only dust in the worst we saw in us what no one else could we traveled far and tramped the dirt do
Think I'll go down
Mama
Go on down the road
See what's goin' on
Down the road
Drinkin' plenty good liquor
Bourbon twelve years old
Herowine, just in time
Worst trip that I know
Think I'll go down
Mama
Take a pass
I'm writing a letter to my baby My baby so far away I'm writing a letter to my baby And this is what it says: &quo
See what's goin' on
Some people into Jesus
Other people into Zen
I'm just into every day
I don't hide from where I been
I just go down
Mama
Go on down the road
See what's goin' on
Down the road