They’re selling postcards of the hanging They’re painting the passports brown The beauty parlor is filled with sailors The circus is in town Here comes the blind commissioner They’ve… mer →
Meningen med livetskrev 4 years ago: They’re selling postcards of the hanging They’re painting the passports brown The beauty … mer →
skrev 4 years ago: Well my heart’s in the Highlands gentle and fair Honeysuckle blooming in the wildwood air Blue … mer →
skrev 4 years ago: She was the rose of Sharon from paradise lost From the city of seven hills near the place of the cro … mer →
skrev 4 years ago: Well, it’s always been my nature to take chances My right hand drawing back while my left hand … mer →
skrev 4 years ago: I started out on burgundy But soon hit the harder stuff Everybody said they’d stand behind me … mer →
skrev 4 years ago: I pity the poor immigrant Who wishes he would’ve stayed home, Who uses all his power to do evi … mer →