100 lyrics for "Lay me down"
Bring a nickel; tap your feet. Willy and the Poorboys are playin' Down on the corner, out in the street Down on the corner, out in the street, Early in the evenin' just about supper time, Over by the courthouse they're starting to unwind. Four kids on
PlayYoung American, young American, I want the young American Young American, young American, she wants the young American He wants the young American They pulled in just behind the bridge He lays her down, he frowns Gee my life's a funny thing, am I still
PlayI wanna thank the band, whoever they Were for playing our song And all the stars up there for getting in line And shining down on That boardwalk you and I strolled down Light's dancing on the water from the merry-go-round We made a lot of memories, ain't
PlayAnd the sound of distant thunder. The tall weeds lay flat down On the hard flat Kansas ground. And a sad song in her head, Kept blowin' round. She barely even knew his name,
PlayDo you still love me Is God playing evil tricks on me' When you laid me down Into your beautiful garden Flowers in the love of my arms Oh, I love you, Amy Oh, I love you, oh It's God shining through to me I guess
PlayLeave our excellent souls I set a fire just to see what it kills And the rain's coming down Head for the coast Everything goes All our lonely kicks are getting harder to find We'll play nuns versus priests until somebody cries All our lonely kicks that
PlayHold me closer tiny dancer Count the headlights on the highway Lay me down in sheets of linen You had a busy day today Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man Ballerina, you must have seen
PlayNow we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a
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