Bruce Hornsby Lyrics
Bruce Hornsby Lyrics
"Fortunate Son Lyrics"
You're A Rebel Too Lyrics
Remember what your parents said in sixty-four? When they saw you grow your hair and didn't want to see more. You s
Remember what your parents said in sixty-four? When they saw you grow your hair and didn't want to see more. You s
I'm sitting wondering, watching the parade
In my ever-present chair
People laughing and smiles all around me
Balloons and paper in my hair
There's a man in a car with the top down
Waving wildly at me
"The poor son of a gun", I know he'
Gone To Stay Lyrics
Oh, oh Possibilities Waiting home with me in you arms I never thought I'd do that Take me all the way And l
s thinkingOh, oh Possibilities Waiting home with me in you arms I never thought I'd do that Take me all the way And l
Better him, him than me
I've stared down the devil, and had to look away
Called out to the angels, but no-one ever came
Laid down odd and even, but double zero played
That's alright, I'm a lucky one
Such a fortunate son
I was
Puppet Boy Lyrics
WAKE UP PUPPET BOY! GET UP PUPPET BOY YOU GOT A JOB TO DO EVEN SO YOU'RE FREE TO GO WHERE YOUR MASTER TELLS YOU TO always taught well, taught well
To be the strong one and keep it inside
But sometimes I sit beside the freeway
And howl out at the dark, dark sky
I might just have to go out and burn one
Have a drink or a few
Fade away in a cloudy haze of smoke
I've stared down the devil, and had to look away
Called out to the angels, but no-one ever came
Laid down odd and even, but double zero played
That's alright, I'm a lucky one
Such a fortunate son
WAKE UP PUPPET BOY! GET UP PUPPET BOY YOU GOT A JOB TO DO EVEN SO YOU'RE FREE TO GO WHERE YOUR MASTER TELLS YOU TO
To be the strong one and keep it inside
But sometimes I sit beside the freeway
And howl out at the dark, dark sky
I might just have to go out and burn one
Have a drink or a few
Fade away in a cloudy haze of smoke
Prisoner of Peace Lyrics
He stuck up for his country, but he didn't like the cost The European brother war, and lives were being lost He saw the grie
And give the old man's best saluteHe stuck up for his country, but he didn't like the cost The European brother war, and lives were being lost He saw the grie
I've stared down the devil, and had to look away
Called out to the angels, but no-one ever came
Laid down odd and even, but double zero played
That's alright, I'm a lucky one
Such a fortunate son