the day Her crazy man had passed away To the land of poet's pride, She laughed and talked alot With new people on the block But always at evening time
: (M. Jagger, K. Richard) Take me to the station Put me on a train I've got no expectations To pass through here again Once I was a rich man Now I
: (Traditional) [Chorus:] Take me back to the place where I first saw the light To my sweet sunny south, take me home Where the mocking birds sing me
you like a baby Like some lonesome child And I have loved you in a tame way And I have loved you wild Sometimes there's a part of me Has to turn form
: (G. Turner) There's a man by my side walking There's a voice within me talking, There's a voice, within me saying, Carry on, carry it on. They will
a man" Says Joe "I didn't die" Says Joe "I didn't die" "In Salt Lake City, Joe," says I, Him standing by my bed, "They framed you on a murder charge
not a tear, But sometimes at night, when the cold winds moan, In a long black veil she cries o'er my bones. She walks these hills in a long black veil
one day at a time. I live one day at a time I dream one dream at a time Yesterday's dead, and tomorrow is blind And I live one day at a time. There
the little willow green Will stand firm. The flowers that we planted Through the seasons past Will all bloom On the day you return. To a baby at play All a
: (H. Banks, B. Bramlett, B. Crutcher) If you ever lived in a ghetto And maybe at the close of your day On your front porch you hear the sound of a
I Live One Day At A Time I live one day at a time I dream one dream at a time Yesterday's dead, and tomorrow is blind And I live one day at a time. Bet
one day at a time. I live one day at a time I dream one dream at a time Yesterday's dead, and tomorrow is blind and I live one day at a time. There
live one day at a time. I live one day at a time I dream one dream at a time Yesterday's dead, and tomorrow is blind And I live one day at a time. There
Tradução: Joan Baez. Un Día a la Vez.
(G. Turner) There's a man by my side walking There's a voice within me talking, There's a voice, within me saying, Carry on, carry it on. They will
And the little willow green Will stand firm. The flowers that we planted Through the seasons past Will all bloom On the day you return. To a baby at play All a
(H. Banks, B. Bramlett, B. Crutcher) If you ever lived in a ghetto And maybe at the close of your day On your front porch you hear the sound of a jukebox
