Tim O'Brien Lyrics
Tim O'Brien Lyrics
"Rod McNeil Lyrics"
When I Loved Her Lyrics
Wello she didn't look as pretty as some others I have known And she wasn't good at conversation when we were alone But she had a way of making me
Wello she didn't look as pretty as some others I have known And she wasn't good at conversation when we were alone But she had a way of making me
I make a living from a circuit I made
Out of trial and error and gigs that I've played
It might be the money or the town that it's in
But mostly it's people make you come back again
There was one little place that I played every year
It's outside of Pittsburgh, I know it's still there<
Over the Rainbow Lyrics
(Harold Arlen/E. Y. Harburg) Somewhere over the rainbow Way up high There's a land that I heard of Once in a lullaby Somewhere
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Just a little old Moose lodge, the crowd was okay(Harold Arlen/E. Y. Harburg) Somewhere over the rainbow Way up high There's a land that I heard of Once in a lullaby Somewhere
But you'd never get rich from the money they'd pay
It's mostly been silent since Rod was around
But that place used to fill with a bluegrassy sound
And I'll never forget the way he made me feel
A big man with a big heart, named Rod McNei
World Invitational Lyrics
Inside it feels like you're no one It's fine, evaluate it with caution Started thinking it's all your fault Can't salvage your damaged goods<
Inside it feels like you're no one It's fine, evaluate it with caution Started thinking it's all your fault Can't salvage your damaged goods<
You might arrive tired and dark in a gloom
Then he'd buy a big dinner and pay for your room
Pete Rowan would hug him and call him his dad
Maybe that day the lonely road wasn't so bad
I saw this and said that I'd buy it for Tim,
Didn't I Marty, he'd say with a grin
Now I keep t
Challenged Lyrics
Fucked in the head, better off dead No future in sight, this is his life Can't count to ten, can't spell his name Who's at fault, who's to bl
hat toy fiddle on my window sillFucked in the head, better off dead No future in sight, this is his life Can't count to ten, can't spell his name Who's at fault, who's to bl
To remind me of Rod and those grey Pittsburgh hills
It's mostly been silent since Rod was around
But that place used to fill with a bluegrassy sound
And I'll never forget the way he made me feel
A big man with a big heart, named Rod McNeil