straw in to have no sun And feel the kick of my six gun Yeah, I "WANTED" above my name Sometimes I wanna be like Jesus Sometimes I wanna be Jesse James
Oversettelse: Clay Aiken. Sweet Baby James.
Clay Walker, Jesse James Lyrics Looking for Clay Walker tabs and chords? Browse alphabet (above). Artist: Walker Clay Song: Jesse James Album: She
copy like what everybody try to do We cool as some dudes on them waves out in Malibu I'm ballin' hard baseline, fall through the alley oop Bam, comin' through this thang Like James
Jesse James was a lad That killed many a man He robbed the Glendale train He stole from the rich And he gave to the poor He'd a hand and a heart and a
Here in northeast Ohio Back in eighteen-o-three James and Dan Heaton Found the ore that was linin' Yellow Creek They built a blast furnace Here along
(James McCarty) You made it very clear How you feel about The way you put me down When ever I'm around What your thinking of Your crying out for love
Jesse James was a lad that killed many a man He robbed the Glendale train, he stole from the rich And he gave to the poor, he'd a hand and a heart, and
thang whistle at your windshield or your residence Superman to Clark Kent, you better be way harder Than the park bench to start this Marcus, Jason, my little brother James
Chorus) Latitude 41.05 North Longitude 81.31 West Turn up the amp higher Hot as a campfire Stone built a empire City that birthed tires Marbles King James
must of the crunk shit YOU GET DOWN You don't know the meaning of dope anyhow You probably think I'm a joke by now But we got more clay and more coke
Andy in the cold wet clay Those three are on my mind With his comrades down beside him On that brutal day Those three are on my mind There lies young James
Jesse James was a lad that killed many a man, He robbed the Glendale train, He stole from the rich and he gave to the poor, He'd a hand and a heart and
Coyote King (David Crosby, Jan Crosby, Jeff Pevar, James Raymond, Steve DiStanislao, Andrew Ford) [Intro. (Drums and Acoustic Guitar)] A crowded field
James Jesse had a wife to mourn all her life Their children they are brave Twas a dirty little coward that shot Mr Howard They laid Jesse James in his
She dreampt the scene the night before She cast you in her mind She made your face of clay and straw Precious stones for your eyes We cut the cord that
simplest of them all are the prions, which are little more than fleeting strands of simple DNA, Little reproductive strains formed from self-replicating patterns that started from some old, primordial clay
(Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore; Lyrics: Nicky Wire/Richey James) Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, what so proudly we hailed,
