Your heart's on the loose You rolled them sevens with nothing to lose And this ain't no place for the weary kind You called all your shots Shooting eight
I get so weary every time the sun goes down I get so weary in the evening when the sun goes down I get so lonesome when my baby?s not around When I go
(T-Bone Walker) I get so weary in the evenin when the suns goin down. I get so weary in the evenin when the suns goin down. I get so lonesome whne my
my journey, trying to make the most of it I'm a puzzle, I must figure out where all my pieces fit Like a poor wayfaring stranger that they speak about in song I'm just a weary
't let go, yeah No one controls the outlaw You wrote the story with the movie in mind An angel face with a criminal side Celebrated as the rebel kind
your brother like a friend always turn the other cheek help the weary and the weak make the time for young and old and as your life unfolds each kindness
Come on in, my weary friend the welcome here is endless These fears of yours like painted whores they will not stay the night If all your life, you've
The consciousness of me with you The harder it gets I need to close my eyes What hurts me most And I'll never see your eyes again Though I get weary
He comes home after workin' for so many many years Lays down weary on his bed So many worries, broken dreams and fears Hurting things that people said
Come to me, lonely, come to me, blue, yeah Come to me, weary, come to me, do, yeah, yeah I will refresh you, come to me, do Come to me often, I'll come
I made Honey, you're my lucky day When I see strong hearts give way To the burdens of the day To the weary hands of time Where fortune is not kind
You may search, at any cost But how long can you Search for what's not lost? Everybody will help you Some people are very kind But if I can save you
been down on our luck So please treat her kind, keep her out of the rain It's funny you're askin', I never gave her a name But if you say she looks weary
a cup o' kindness yet For auld lang syne For auld lang syne, my dear For auld lang syne We'll take a cup o' kindness yet For auld lang syne We twa
, this hammer swinger's talkin' to you Two thousand people hollered, "Go, John Henry" Then somebody hollered, "The mountain's caving in" John Henry told the captain, "Tell the kind
you've found some kind of friend Well, I saw you through the laughter and the noise You were talking with the soldiers and the boys While they scuffled for your weary
hand I'll help someone in time of need And journey on with rapid speed I'll help the sick and poor and weak And words of kindness to them speak While going down life's weary
Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson I. prelude When our weary world was young The struggle of the ancients first began The gods
