Uncle Tupelo Lyrics
Uncle Tupelo Lyrics
"Sin City Lyrics"
Lost And Found Lyrics
You know the question, find the answer Stirring deep within your mind Don't Have to Promise, You have a reason For what it is you need to find I w
You know the question, find the answer Stirring deep within your mind Don't Have to Promise, You have a reason For what it is you need to find I w
This old town is filled with sin,
It'll swallow you in
If you've got some money to burn.
(So) Take it home right away,
You've got three years to pay
But Satan is waiting his turn.
This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poor house.
It seems like this whole town's insane.
On the thirty-first floor a gold pla
What I'm Looking 4 Lyrics
Lil Johnny tried school couldn't afford tution Now he's in jail because of drug possession Pop's was laid off he was the man of the house So he ran the streets
ted doorLil Johnny tried school couldn't afford tution Now he's in jail because of drug possession Pop's was laid off he was the man of the house So he ran the streets
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain.
The scientists say
It'll all wash away
But we don't believe any more
Cause we've got our recruits
And our green mohair suits
So please show you ID At the door.
This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poor house.
It seems like this whole town's insane.
Him dancing Lyrics
Him dancing Him rolling on the ground Him moaning "I can't help myself" You be the cooker I can't see no difference in me You be the driverOn the thirty-first floor a gold plated door
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain.
A friend came around.
Tried to clean up this town.
His ideas made some people mad.
Cause he trusted his crowd,
So he spoke right out loud,
And they lost the best friend they had.
This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poor
It seems like this whole town's insane.
On the thirty-first floor a gold plated door
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain.
On the thirty-first floor a gold plated door
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain.
On the thirty-first floor a gold plated door
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain.
Him dancing Him rolling on the ground Him moaning "I can't help myself" You be the cooker I can't see no difference in me You be the driver
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain.
A friend came around.
Tried to clean up this town.
His ideas made some people mad.
Cause he trusted his crowd,
So he spoke right out loud,
And they lost the best friend they had.
This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poor
West of Bald Knob Lyrics
(M. Crenshaw) instrumental
house.(M. Crenshaw) instrumental
It seems like this whole town's insane.
On the thirty-first floor a gold plated door
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain.
On the thirty-first floor a gold plated door
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain.
On the thirty-first floor a gold plated door
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain.