100 lyrics for "Well, well, well"
Get your kicks on Route 66 Oklahoma city looks oh so pretty You'll see Amarillo and Gallup, New Mexico Flagstaff, Arizona don't forget Winona Kingsman, Barstaw, San Bernadino Would you get hip to this kindly trip Well if you ever plan to motor west Just
PlayYou ain't nothin' but a hound dog Cryin' all the time Well, you ain't never caught a rabbit Well, that was just a lie And you ain't no friend of mine Well they said you was high-classed Yeah they said you was high-classed Ya know they said you was
PlayI know we'll be lovers again, darling I know we'll be lovers again It's a matter of time The one in the end, I was your friend Till you see that I'm I got pictures of you in funny poses Letters from you with pressed yellow roses I've got souvenirs of fun
PlayBut I'll be loving you, that's what I want to do I'll be loving you, that's what I want to do And the weatherman said if you're not well, stay in bed 'Cause I've been feeling down and blue and it's cloudy in my head Instead of going out to some
PlayAnd I don't even know if we'll make it through today Take another step, take another breath And I don't know if I'll make it home again Na na na na So send me home, I have lost my way We'll get lost on time that's stolen I fill my lungs with deepest
PlayPraise the Lord and pass the ammunition He pushed me 'round Now I'm drawin' the line He lived his life Now I'm gonna go live mine I'm sick of wastin' my time Well now I've been good for way too long Found my red dress and I'm gonna throw it on 'Bout to
PlayAll day long Now come on woman, come follow me home Oh well the sun go down Celebration in the town tonight They been slaughtering upon the stone Share out the meat Yeah, you really like to eat Come on woman, come follow me home Well, the priest he cries
PlayDoctor can you help me cause I don't feel right Cold, cold, cold, cold inside Better make it fast before I change my mind Well it's cold, cold, cold, cold inside Doctor can you help me cause something don't feel right Darker in the day than the dead of
PlayWell, if I go down dyin', you know she's bound to put a blanket on my bed I got this graveyard woman, you know she keeps my kids But my soulful mama, you know she keeps me hid She's a junkyard angel and she always gives me bread Well, when the pipeline
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