sexy Texas babies I got back in town tonight Anticipating much delight I pulled out my black book and called up my old lovers I got five newlyweds and two expectant mothers All my old
worst mistake, your connection to a thirty year hate i tried hard not to believe it i'll try harder to feel it here's to you ya old bastard
O'Neill] In an old city bar That is never too far From the places that gather The dreams that have been In the safety of night With its old neon light
And take down the wall With one desperate hit You're building and shaping The hate that you feel You're scratching out memories You're burning old stories
Say "Hello" to Tyler for me I hope you're having fun Maybe I'll get to meet him someday I can tell him to run He doesn't know what he's getting himself
: (John Stewart) [Chorus:] I don't want to hear your stories of old. Don't show me your golden chains. For if there's just one man in this whole wide
Take a look at unselected cases You'll find love has been wrecked By both sides compromising Amounting to a disastrous effect You hear stories of old
I sat outside my front window, this story's going somewhere He's well hung and I am hanging up There's a song on the radio that says "Let's get this party
never saw him again Last I heard he was at the bar Doin' himself in I know I got that same disease I got stuck with that from him This is the story of my old
to bring sweet memories Of a tender love that used to be Now it's the same old song But with a different meaning Since you been gone Now It's the same old
M. field / n. oliphant The same old story It's as old as the stars above The same old story Of a boy and a girl in love The scenes say more moonlight
to both sides of the story You never listen you won't listen to me I'm cut from the same mold I don't read from the same old story I'm not cut fromthe
Big old house on the hill I sat on the windowsill Leaning out on the breeze Do I dwell in memories Or let them be? I can still hear you sing I see you
's still non-believers What will it take for heaven sakes For those who find what's real too hard to believe in It's that same old story again Born of
same old story I had to hear it over again. I said, Lord, Lord, she had the same old story I had to hear it over again. I said, Lord knows, she had the same old story
don't seem fair What they pickin' from this pocket of mine And a dollar for a donut ain't too far down the line What's the story, old glory How come
shes a new girl but its the same old story. i lose again, and again, and again. how could i know how it would be? how can love start with a broken heart