You weren't born to suffer You were born to live If that song was over What would you want? Go back To where you live Go back To where you live You
artist painting Sistine masterpieces of pine and fur and backwoods Still echoes long ago the winter night of black July and then the outcome Of an early
Early one morning at county line The swells 4 to 6 approaching 9 The barrel of my life hit the Malibu Sky A Golden State pipe, Conchita was mine Suddenly
Early one morning at county line The swells 4-6 approaching 9 The barrel of my life hit the Malibu Sky A Golden State Pipe - Conchita was mine Suddenly
: Early one morning at county line The swells 4-6 approaching 9 The barrel of my life hit the Malibu Sky A Golden State Pipe - Conchita was mine Suddenly
