Album by Bill Withers
Number of Lyrics in Album : 5
By Bill Withers, Ain't no sunshine when she's gone. It's not warm when she's
By Bill Withers, Grandma's hands Clapped in church on Sunday morning Grandma's hands Played the tambourine
By Bill Withers, I can't write left-handed. Would you please write a letter-write
By Bill Withers, Sometimes in our lives we all have pain we all
By Bill Withers, 'My friends feel it’s their appointed duty They keep trying to