Runnin' from the cold up in New England
I was born to be a fiddler in an old-time stringband
My baby plays the guitar
I pick a banjo now
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Friday, June 17, 2011
#183
I saw you!
With a ticket stub in your hand
I saw you
With a ticket stub in your hand
I saw you!
With a ticket stub in your hand
I saw you
Under the light
Middle of the night
Couldn't get it wrong
So I had to
With a ticket stub in your hand
I saw you
With a ticket stub in your hand
I saw you!
With a ticket stub in your hand
I saw you
Under the light
Middle of the night
Couldn't get it wrong
So I had to
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