I've smeared my heart on my sleeve
I've tagged my name
Its just one of those days you cant explain
When nothings
Well, I was passing by a pawn shop
In an older
Chorus
Well it's a nickel for the fiddler. It's a
Baby don't let 'em blow smoke up your dress
Don't let
Oh a time there was I was feelin' so hopeless
Well she aint got no cell phone
You got to call
I wish I had a dime for every bad time
But
She did not want to drive
She did not want to
Well, I'm gonna leave Texarkana
I'm goin' down to Louisiana
I'm gonna
Sometimes a loser
Sometimes a hero
This is a lonely
Standing at the window, her face to the glass
As far
Black Diamond Strings
This Black Diamond Strings
Drinkin? 1 W. Harper
Playin? Bl
But he's a black haired boy of some confusion
He makes
Lawdy mercy land of Goshen
Shades of gray out on the
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