Letter From Omaha
Well I can't sleep with all these hand-me-downs
Battered up chests and faded dreams
Every new life seems to spin away
Like sand escaping through the seams
Send me a letter from Omaha
Said a needle or thread could mend the tears
But tonight the cotton fields, they
Smell like calico
And the color of your hair
Stars stand against the lonely blue
Like pin-pricks made by midnight hands
They tried to sew you a pure white dress
Got tied up in the misdeeds and demands
Cotton burned all brown and wasted
Like an innocence fell to disrepair
But tonight the ashes, they
Smell like calico
And the color of your hair
If I could have my one and only wish
I'd sew your hair all to the lining of my shirt
I'd stand in the noon day clean and golden
Not the color of the dry land dirt
Send me a letter from Omaha
Said a needle or thread could mend the tears
But tonight the sugarcane, it
Smells like calico
And the color of your hair
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L'une a peur que je l'abandonne et l'autre envie qu'on lui pardonne mais je n'y peut rien du tout elle ont des heures pour que je vienne c'est mal parti pour que je tienne si
Нежность
Южный берег, тёплый ветер ласково играл Пригласил меня на танец, взглядом всё сказал Ты становишься мне ближе, с каждым часом, с каждым мигом Всё так странно и прекрасно когда рядом ты Ты становишься мне
Fa La La
This is the time of year we can give it, Give it, give it, give it all One through the note your list you can get it, Get it, get it, get it
Country Strong
Cat Diesel Power cap pulled down low Makin that bacon, row by row Can't get them muscles at the YMCA It's from choppin' cotton, cuttin' corn and slingin' that hay Been heavy liftin' since