: Here comes summer Beaming in through my bedroom window There?s a song on the radio You used to hum back then Here comes summer Still feels fresh as
We say I love you every time we hang the phone But it's not like you're alone A scene as awkward, but not really like an end And it's not like we're just
(Anderson/Jordan/Meyer) The ghosts of Eureka are calling to me now To fashion a sword from the steel of the plough And if blood must spill, for freedom
Oh southern star how I wish you would shine And show me the way to get home Well I'm blue-collar branded and stuck in a mill Hard work is a way of life
We flail on to morning stars We'll offer all of ourselves just not to close our eyes Seize onto the sun as it rises in the east Ascend to open doors hanging
I see her climbin' my fence She's throwin' stones up at my window She loves the midnight hour She wants to play and that's all I need to know I opened
Crowded gymnasiums No shortage of knockouts And the country dance sellathon Overworked spines All efforts considered Ooh, ooh But not before the prizes
Here's a story you all should know About our thing and why we we're doing our show We do what we like and we're having fun and when we are on stage
I see her climbing my fence She's throwing stones up at my window She loves the midnight hour She wants to play and that's all I need to know I opened
Oh, southern star, how I wish you would shine And show me the way to get home Well I'm blue-collar branded and stuck in a mill Hard work is a way of life
Stella del sud come una colomba ferita sei caduta nella mia vita lasciandoti proteggere. Stella del sud ora che mi brilli vicino prestami la voglia
Tradução: Alabama. Estrella del Sur.
Tradução: Willy Astor. La Estrella del Sur (Feat. Bayern Munich).
Tradução: Tipo de escupir igual. En el tema de su Estrella de Oro Nuevo.
Tradução: REM. Estrellas del Sur.
Round Ole Baugh Road it?s a great place kids to grow Some grow up and move away Most of us decide to stay Round the ole?Baugh Road Hard working mom
Well northern Georgia Highway Fourty One Beside the carpet mills and the gas stations There was a music store slash radio shack With the sound of dreamers
