now, steal away. Steal away now, steal away. Little Robert Anthony wants to come and play. Well they call me the hunter, that's my name. They call me the hunter
Man in Chair: [spoken] Act two of "The Drowsy Chaperone" begins with this: a hunting lament of a very depressed bride. Now, when you are listening to
AWA' WHIGS AWA' (Robert Burns) Our thrissles flourish'd fresh and fair, And bonie bloom'd our roses; But Whigs cam like a frost in June, An wither
LORD RONALD (Robert Burns) O where hae ye been, Lord Ronald, my son? O where,hae ye been, Lord Ronald, my son? I hae been wi' my sweetheart, mother, make
or so it is I'm told They're both just a simple little way of life And they're both good for your soul From Robert Earl Keen to Robert E. Lee Perfect
lonesome oak tree held it's fire into November We watched the last brown leaf hit the ground and blow away An evening gun shot let's him know the hunt
in arm, arm in arm We are our father's sons and daughters, one by one Marching off to kingdom come And we're hunting down We're trying to find The architects
Solvents glue and heroin she said I don't want to do that at all I took her to see Robert Mitchum in Night of the Hunter Shelley Winters has a vision
meant shit So while I'm here I'mma take that and take this (nigga!) Breakfast yes let's eat wipe ya mouth when ya finished Then hunt for the lunch and
baby I hunt you to the other side I am your conscience ... I follow where you are You don't believe it ... I hunt you to the other side I am your conscience
moore "i don't know, i feel a lot of [sample is robert deniro from the ] Distance and i feel far away. [film "the deer hunter". ] I'll see you later..."
your soul From Robert Earl Keen to Robert E. Lee Perfect strangers or best of friends We all have a common little bond between us We were born to be hunting
have to sign, otherwise you cannot appear" "We don't want to sign a piece of paper, alright!" "Listen kid, you sign the piece of paper. You with your red hunting
break Oh so sad that this spirit has to prove you wrong Well the record clerk said with her own eyes She watched a man named Robert Wise Dig up
away baby, steal away Little Robert Anthony wants to come and play. Why don't you come to me baby? Steal away, all right, all right... Well they call me the hunter