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Lets run away, name a place Where the air tastes like rain And the sun shines like Sunday morning You bring your laugh, and I'll I'll bring my sense

I know I broke your heart and made you cry Once again I'm sorry so here am I Asking for forgiveness one more time After all the things I've done Just

GOTTA SELL THEM CHICKENS WITH JUNIOR BROWN Writer Hank Thompson (Hank} Well, my pappy told me as I was sittin' on his knee About the birds and the bees

ON TAP, IN THE CAN, OR IN THE BOTTLE Writers Hank Thompson, Dick Hart On tap, in the can or in the bottle To me it will all taste the same Down the

SAN ANTONIO ROSE (Bob Wills) « © '40 Hill and Range Songs » Deep within my heart lies a melody a song of old San Antone Where in dreams

THE NEW WEARS OFF TOO FAST Writers Hank Thompson, Billy Gray To someone new you're about to go But after the Charm has passed You'll come back because

Lyrics to Turning The Gun On Myself : The morning is bright As ?Rapper?s Delight? Floats up to my room From the street And who would disturb A slumbering

Oh baby, she don't know what to do with herself Oh baby, she don't know what to do with herself She might wipe her tears on a rusty nail Rest her cheek

Asked my daddy when I was thirteen Daddy can you tell me what love really means? His eyes went glassy, not a word was said He poured another beer and