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Gourds lyrics
Ladies Choice lyrics
flyin down this hill on my schwin
well I guess this is where it all begins
go in sandburg come out like ray charles
an odor of jasmine for yer flowers
sometimes on my bicycle rides
these pleasantries fall from the trees
little Quixote's fished out like floaties
from the bevy of yer choice
ladies choice
flyin down this hill on my schwin
well I guess it all could have ended then
unlike consternation's quagmire above
the streets firmly paved ways
coupled with speed and gravity
and the craniums tendency
to leak vital information
all over the road to recovery
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Caledonia lyrics
Dying of the Pines lyrics
Jenny Brown (Sweet Beak) lyrics
Clear Night lyrics
Sweet lil Lub lyrics
When Wine was Cheap lyrics
Money Honey lyrics
Honduras lyrics
Dark and True lyrics
Pinetar Rampart lyrics
Makes me Roll lyrics
Trampled by the Sun lyrics
Web before you walk into It lyrics
I Come Up lyrics
All the Labor lyrics
Lament lyrics
Plaid Coat lyrics
Magnolia lyrics
Stadium Blitzer lyrics
Boil my Strings lyrics
Coppermine lyrics
Maria lyrics
Raining in Port Arthur lyrics
Dyin' Diamond lyrics
When the money comes rolling in lyrics
I ate the Haggis lyrics
Cold Bed lyrics
Pushed Her Down lyrics
Pine Island Bayou lyrics
I Like Drinking lyrics
LGO lyrics
Up On High lyrics
Ghosts Of Hallelujah lyrics
Gangsta Lean lyrics
County Orange lyrics
January 6 lyrics
Pair Of Goats lyrics
Fine Leather Truck lyrics
Bean Bowl lyrics
My Time, Yer Time lyrics
Son Of Bum lyrics
The Flat Baritone lyrics
(The new way of) GRIEVIN' & SMOKIN' lyrics
Rugged Roses lyrics
Lowlands lyrics
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