ll understand Pulling Out Of Ricardo and the Dusk Is Falling Fast --------------------------------------------------- Six Hours To Lousiana, Black Coffee
I'm just a waitress at this truck stop I keep the jukebox playing and the coffee hot Temptation's everywhere but I must stand I'm in love with my big
Hook it boy, hook it Play that guitar, show 'em, son" "Yeah, that's my boy, alright Taught him everything he knows Bought him his first guitar Ah, sock
Let me tell you bout a girl I know she's my baby and she lives next door Every morning when the sun comes up she puts my coffee in my favorite cup That
world Couldn't buy my life I sleep late Black coffee, burnt toast, some tomato juice Go online, check my email A toothbrush and I'm all brand new Then my guitar
the moon and you dream about the stars Blues in old motel rooms, girls in daddy's car You sing about the nights and you laugh about the scars Coffee
Street He's not listening to a word now He's in his own world and he's daydreaming He'd rather be doing something else now Like cigarettes and coffee
Mitchy were gettin' kinda itchy Just to leave their folk music behind Zal and Denny workin' for a penny Tryin' to get a fish on the line In a coffee
I had one cup of coffee and a cigarette Then I rolled out of bed with my shirt soaking wet If I was gonna get movin', now was the time So I packed up
Written by b. setzer I had one cup of coffee and a cigarette Then I rolled out of bed with my shirt soaking wet If I was gonna get movin', now was the
's my dreamboat, coffee in a Dixie cup Darlin' dreamboat, that crazy, silly nut He's my dreamboat with the dreamy, dreamy eyes Yes, he's my dreamboat, coffee
froze right to the bone, New York Times said "It was the coldest winter in seventeen years" I didn't feel so cold then I swung on to my old guitar Grabbed
months is the folk-song of protest. you have to admire people who sing these songs. it takes a certain amount of courage to ge In a coffee-house or a
don't think I know it all But son you got thoughts in your mind that I don't understand at all They're needin' you boy and you're sittin' around in your coffee
't seen Might wake up wasted and I might wake up dead Might wake up and look around and jump back into bed Because my mind keeps a movin'... [ guitar ]
Records Tshirts and Magazines I used to sell a lot of things, patches and sticker So I could buy guitar strings I used to buy a lot of things Cigarettes, and coffee
can remember She paid dearly for loving me too She said, ?Hey, don't I know you? And ain't you the one, the one with the guitar boys And all them sad
I was teaching you guitar On the hood of your pick up under the stars You were in town for holiday When you left I took a moment I got a coffee and set