Jamie O'Hara Lyrics

Jamie O'Hara Lyrics

"My Little Lady (Ain't My Little Lady No More) Lyrics"

Holy Fire Lyrics
I remember a past life, a life long ago Memories are reveries And visions fading into grey I behold the paleness with the glimpse of an eye There's no friend in no man's land Streets leading t

She got a pawn shop pistol underneath her seat.
She got snakeskin boots upon her feet.
She got the radio up, she got her hair let down.
She got the Pontiac rumblin' out of town.
She got a rag-top two-tone '74.
My little lady ain't my little lady no more.

She got the honky-tonk fever, got the skin tight jeans.
She got the long neck beer, got the Jim Beam.
She got the jukebox pumpin' all through the ni
CHAINS AND THREADS Lyrics
In troubled times I am surrounded by conflict The world I see Bound with the chains of limitation And in this I'm confined Filled with all that I am I find all of my frailties I can see no
ght.
She got the pool balls clickin' in the neon light.
She got the two-step shakin' on the sawdust floor.
My little lady ain't my little lady no more.

My little lady ain't my little lady no more,
I ain't ever seen her do this kind of thing before.
I've never been the one who had to walk the floor,
I used to be the one that she was livin' for!

She got the headlights burnin' through the mornin' mist.<
Nameless Lyrics
The walls around me caving in Cracked and grey Remind me of myself, I need some help There's no one else I'm empty Addicted Pissed off And still afraid Of what you Have lef
BR> She got the Marlboro hangin' from her ruby lips.
She got the Ray Bans coverin' up her eyes.
She got the cowboy drifter by the road side.
They're gonna ride through sweet freedom's door.
My little lady ain't my little lady no more.

My little lady ain't my little lady no more,
I ain't ever seen her do this kind of thing before.
I've never been the one who had to walk the floor,
I used to be the one that
Christ Forever Die Lyrics
Jesus christ, whores child, the impotent king. Descent from the heavens to us and we shall again lift you up on the cross and pierce your filthy flesh with the goldest nails Look at the gods b
she was livin' for!

She go the Pontiac speedin' through the southern rain.
She got the Cuervo Gold killin' all the pain.
She got 45 miles to the Texas line.
She got the Louisiana cop car right behind.
She got the pedal pressed right down to the floor.
My little lady ain't my little lady no more.

She's gonna ride through sweet freedom's door.
My little lady ain't my little lady no more.