100 lyrics for "To the old days"
Ayo, ayo, ayo Ain't nothing like some good old ghetto, ghetto Ain't nothing like some good old ghetto Yeah, let me holla at you real quick I'm gonna bring y'all back to the good old, good old days You feel me? Some of that Good old, good old, good old
PlayWhen autumn leaves start to fall Since you went away, the days grow long And soon I'll hear, old winter's song But I miss you, most of all, my darling The falling leaves, drift by my window The autumn leaves, of red and gold I see your lips, the summer
PlayShut the fuck up! Get up! Times are looking grim these days Holding on to everything It's hard to draw the line Itching is the pulse inside Creeping out to come alive It's just doing what it's gonna do And I'm, I'm hiding in this empty space Tortured by
PlayCalled to be wrong for those below You told me life was long but now that it's gone You find yourself on top as the leader of a flock Helpless she lies across the stairs Haunting your days, consuming your breath There will be healing but don't force this
PlayHighway 20 Ride (Live; Pass The Jar - Zac Brown Band and Friends Live from the Fabulous Fox Theatre In Atlanta)
Zac Brown Band
I ride east every other Friday but if I had it my way Days would not be wasted on this drive And I want so bad to hold you Some of the things I haven't told you Your mom and me just couldn't get along And I'll think about my life And wonder why, I'll
PlayIt’s where my demons hide This is my kingdom come When you feel my heat Look into my eyes Don’t get too close It’s dark inside No matter what we breed We still are made of greed When the days are cold
PlayAnd when we are beaten The cross holds us down And suffer the loss We walk through the ages The world on our shoulders The burden we carry To the dark end of our days A thousand eyes watching Every step we are taking
PlayGolden days! In the summertime Golden days Oh don't you wonder when the light begins to fade? And the clock just makes the colors turn to grey Forever younger growing older just the same All the memories that we make will never change We'll stay drunk,
PlayLa la la la la, la la la la, la la la la, oh Oh mama, actin' like my life's already over Oh dear, act your age and try another year As I'm getting older, chip up on my shoulder Rolling through life, to roll over and die Missing hippy Jon, salad days are
PlayYea, those will be the days that I will be missing When I’m old and when I’m gray and when I stop working I hope that I can say When all my days are done That I had my fun We never had that much to do So we just lay around in someone’s house Someday I’ll
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