I traveled from Texas to old Louis Anne Through valleys, over mountains and plains Both footsore and weary, I rested a-while On the banks of the old Ponchartrain
I traveled from Texas to old Louisanne Through valleys, o'er mountains and plains Both footsore and weary, I rested awhile On the banks of the old Pontchartrain
The curtain goes up The first act begins The scene is two people in love Lovely is she, lucky feels he She smiles in his eyes He smiles in her eyes They
``oh hark! the dogs are barking, I can no longer stay The men have all gone mustering, I heard the publican say And I must be off in the morning, love
I'll Admit My Steps Are Growing Wearier Each Day Still I've Got A Certain Journey On My Mind Lures Of This Old World Have Ceased To Make Me Want To Stay
What'chu lookin' at? 747 come 11 to bust Somebody take me home, I wanna live in lust When trust is low and stakes are high That's all I ever did in Denver
Riesenblut schuf das Weltmeer RiesenschA¤del den Himmel Riesenleib ist in den Welten Asenodem beseelte den Mensch A?ber die Weiten Midgards Wachet
Okay-kay-kay G's up, Lil Scrappy I got money BME, money in the bank, G-Unit I got money in the bank, yeah Shawty what you drank? I got money in the bank
Running in circles, im chasing my tail, a tale of two cities, the place i call home, and it shows, so you know falling to pieces again and again,
Cafe on the left bank, ordinary wine Touching all the girls with your eyes Tiny crowd of Frenchmen 'round a TV shop Watching Charles de Gaulle make a
Pre capo 2nd fret Intro:em Em And the crabs are crazy, they scuttle back and forth, D dsus d The sand is burning C d c d And the fish take flight
In our Minds eye... Certainty All powerful Beyond blindness and fear... Confident Fused with vanity, Arrogant Propelled by scorn. Foresight Relegated
Phil Ochs And the crabs are crazy, they scuttle back and forth, the sand is burning And the fish take flight and scatter from the sight, their courses
Si e gia detto tanto e non possono audaci parole nutrire illusioni e l?inverno che bussa alla porta l?ospite reduce da un lungo viaggio sguardi famelici
Depuis l'eternite Les poetes ont chante Tous les plus jolis coins de Marseille Mais quand vient le printemps Il en est un charmant Ou l'on peut passer
Warme und geborgenheit Wie lange ist das jetzt her In deinem arm zu liegen Ich vermisse dich so sehr Alles was mir bleibt von dir Ist dieses bild an meiner
I [A] travelled from [A7] Texas to [D] old Louis-[A] anne Thru valleys, o'er mountains and [E7] plains Both [A] footsore and [A7] weary I [D] rested a
