Number of Lyrics in Album : 13
By Cowboy Junkies, It's the kind of night that's so cold, when you
By Cowboy Junkies, Atlanta's a distant memory
Montgomery a recent blur
and Tulsa burns on
By Cowboy Junkies, The money would be pretty good if a quart of
By Cowboy Junkies, Black eyed man he took the blame
for the poisoning of
By Cowboy Junkies, Sat at my window watched the world
Wake up this morning
Purple
By Cowboy Junkies, He will call you baby
but will he listen when you
By Cowboy Junkies, Breaking away to the other side
I wanna make sense of
By Cowboy Junkies, My love swears that he is made of truth
I do
By Cowboy Junkies, Fifty miles from Dakota territory
Cheyenne scalp hangs from his belt
Found
By Cowboy Junkies, Sun comes up, it's Tuesday morning
Hits me straight in the
By Cowboy Junkies, Anyone who's ever had a heart
Wouldn't turn around and break
By Cowboy Junkies, Jesus, sweet Jesus if you're listening
can you pass me to
By Cowboy Junkies, Of all the lives to live why this one?
Filled with
