Kenny Price Lyrics
Kenny Price Lyrics
"Tennessee Saturday Night Lyrics"
Yer Country Lyrics
In the country, it aint no tis of thee In the country, I’m proud to be ashamed The sham of 69 gear’d up for riots gainst police
In the country, it aint no tis of thee In the country, I’m proud to be ashamed The sham of 69 gear’d up for riots gainst police
Listen while I tell you bout a place I know down in Tennessee where the tall corn grows
Hidden from the world in a bunch of pines
The moon's a little bashful and it seldom shines
Civilized people live there all right but they all go native on Saturday night
[ guitar ]
Well the musi
Darling You Know I Wouldn't Lie Lyrics
Here I am late again for the last time And like I promised I just told her goodbye Please believe me for this time it's really over And
c is a fiddle and a crack guitar they give the kicks from an old fruit jarHere I am late again for the last time And like I promised I just told her goodbye Please believe me for this time it's really over And
They do the boogie to an old square dance
The woods're full of couples lookin' for romance
They struggle and they shuffle till the broad daylight
And they all go native on Saturday night
[ dobro ]
When they r
Why Lyrics
(written by Barry/Andy Gibb) There is a chance I could be losing you Gotta let my love surround you Can't go down without a fight A
eally get together there's a lot of fun(written by Barry/Andy Gibb) There is a chance I could be losing you Gotta let my love surround you Can't go down without a fight A
They all know the other fella packs a gun
Everybody does his best to act just right
Cause it's gonna be a funeral if you start a fight
They struggle and they shuffle till the broad daylight
Then they all go native on Saturday night
[ harmonica
Red Raw & Sore Lyrics
Once more to the fire Burn your fingers on your desire Once more to the skin Where your poison soul will twist within Despair t
]Once more to the fire Burn your fingers on your desire Once more to the skin Where your poison soul will twist within Despair t
Now you've heard my story bout a place I know
Down in Tennessee where the tall corn grows
Hidden from the world in a bunch of pines
Where the moon's a little bashful and it seldom shines
Civilized people live there all right but they all go native on Saturday night