24 lyrics for "Gonna up and die"
Safety Joe, Safety Joe (Safety Joe, Safety Joe) What do you say? What do you know? If you don't loosen up the buckle On your heart and start to chuckle Well, you're gonna die of boredom, Safety Joe Well, he never got too lonely And he never got too sad
PlayNow I taught the weeping willow how to cry And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die I met her accidentally in St. Paul,
PlayAnd I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry I met her accidentally in Saint Paul
PlayThe way she moves me probably gonna die young Oh my, I'm gonna die, send my soul to the by and by I can't breathe, I'm gonna be pushin' up a daisy 'fore the old gets me She's so fine, matter of time, sooner than later gonna flat line Hot little angel's
PlayI'm gonna build a fire in the middle of July Burn your pictures and go for a drive Down to the river Watch the ink from your love letters fade Come back home and turn that old mattress over Pour out the whiskey try wakin' up sober Gonna change it all
PlayNow I taught the weeping willow how to cry And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die I met her accidentally in St. Paul,
PlayNow I taught the weeping willow how to cry And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die I met her accidentally in St. Paul,
PlayNow I taught the weeping willow how to cry And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die I met her accidentally in St. Paul,
PlayGod, your mama, and me Never gonna run dry, never gonna come up empty Now until the day I die, unconditionally You know I'm always gonna be here for ya No one's ever gonna love you more than That Sunday morning choir calling, church doors open wide That
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