Give it up I'm going home Where the lamps are always burning And you're always waiting And I'm forever falling Last one undone Hanging out I'm hanging
Tradução: Montaña Allá String Band. Night Out.
s what I desire It's hot as hell it burns like fire, burns like fire Chorus: How 'bout you? How 'bout you? I wonder where you're going to Flyin' by and out
in the well and its barely out of sight, and i cant take a bath on a Saturday night. Now the crops are all weathered no rain day or night, the preachers
