called lonely street A place where there's just loneliness Where dim lights bring forgetfulness Where broken dreams and memories meet Where's this place called lonely street Perhaps upon that lonely street
Tradução: Jones, George. Lonely Street.
it get lonely on top You can hate me or love me, but now the cops the only homies he got When it's beef we eat, we win, but we ain't lonely we pop You
50, it get lonely on top You can hate me or love me, but now the cops the only homies he got When it's beef we eat, we win, but we ain't lonely we pop
, it get lonely on top You can hate me or love me, but now the cops the only homies he got When it's beef we eat, we win, but we ain't lonely we pop You
RIGHT WON'T TOUCH A HAND WRITER EARL MONTGOMERY Copyright 1971 The wind blows Sunday papers by my feet As I walk down this cold and lonely street My
