motor cooled down the heat went down and And that's when I heard that highway sound Cadillac lookin' like a ton of lead a hundred and ten a half a mile
the pan Lord my hands feel like they're froze and there's a numbness in my toes But it's only five more miles to Mary Ann It's only five more miles to
of her but I understand she, too, lives with him here in the House of Usher, home of the family for five hundred years or more. It
down, she don't run cold Sees heart and soul like a pot of gold Sees the white lines, when I'm driving blind A hundred more miles and she's right on
matter, whether you are right or wrong Cause when you cross the border yeah you leave this world behind I stomped down on the pedal, I set the cruise control Five hundred
? -Chorus-Krayzie- Let me get 'chu twisted man/ Give me some Henn, give me some Gin Krayzie Bone You see me hit the ground runnin' a hundred miles
Yeah I need the Harley wind Blowing in my hair Five thousand miles I've roamed Now I'm gettin' there This is my destiny The way that I choose Don't need
I need the highway wind, blowing in my hair Five thousand miles I've roamed, now I'm gettin' there This is my destiny, the way that I choose Don't need
son, you could have been someone to hey there, meet my only son lost in the mail for a convenient month. a graduation unattended 500 miles, five hundred
Five hundred twenty-five thousand Six hundred minutes, Five hundred twenty-five thousand Moments so dear Five hundred twenty-five thousand Six hundred
be... HORTON 'Cause at six fifty-six, Vlad Vladikoff dropped it The clover went tumbling and nobody stopped it! And head over heels, one hundred miles
, weary, streaked with blood and dirt. ARTILLERYMAN: Anyone here? JOURNALIST: Come in. Here - drink this. ARTILLERYMAN: Thank you. JOURNALIST: What's happened? ARTILLERYMAN: They wiped us out. Hundreds
a shout We soon cut him in, and began to try out. Now our whale she is tried and likeways stowed down She is better to us boys than five hundred pounds
till five doing banker's son's hours But she owns a Maserati that's a gift from his father Stopped at full speed at one hundred miles per hour The
'til five doing banker's son's hours But she owns a maserati that's a gift from his father Stopped at full speed at one hundred miles per hour The Colgate
the way from our house to yours I'll never forget that awful day When the moving van took you away I cried till my eyes were red and sore Five hundred miles
AmTrak. There's just no train at all, Yes, there's no train at all, 'Cause they've cut the train that goes From here to there. tune: Five Hundred Miles filename[ AMTRAKK play.exe MILE