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In The Middle Of The Night `Pat Green`

It's the coldest night in Boston In the history of winter Black as a murder of crows I'm six days clean and sober With a bottle on the table And a hurt inside that nobody knows One shot away from

Mad Pat `Horslips`

> Mad PatThere was a country fiddler, A jester, a riddler, a joker, A singer of songs, In every town he passed He'd stop to help the dancing master Entertain his straw-rope-foot throng And from a green

Footsteps Of Our Fathers `Pat Green`

We are walking in the footsteps of our fathers Standing in the shadows of our mothers Trying to learn from those who came before us We see the road maps in the lines upon their face And as I look out

In It For The Money `Pat Green`

Woohoowoohoo woo wooh who Woohoowoohoo woo wooh who One night in New Orleans I met a painted lady She swore that she knew just how to save me She said it wouldn't take long just to do you a minute

Wrapped `Pat Green`

Might stand out in the wind Out on Mustang Island Might stay up all night Hangin' out with Hank Williams and cryin' I slept out on the sand so many nights that I can't remember Yeah but love is love and

Eden's Gate `Pat Green`

She holds the key to Eden's Gate Somewhere deep inside When she gives to me her patience And a hundred smiles none the same Her eyes are the ocean I am drowning constantly I am lucky just to linger In

California `Pat Green`

What's a boy from down in Austin Doin' in the city of angels anyway? So won't ya come on out here with me?

Guy Like Me `Pat Green`

Hearts and flowers, forget love letters Pain and anger, forget forgiveness Love ain't waiting for a guy like me Debutantes and champagne, diamonds and cocaine I ain't the son of outrageous fortune Cash

Country Star `Pat Green`

Well I sure am tired of these coffee house gigs Cause there ain't no money and there ain't no chicks It's getting harder and harder to get my kicks so I bought a little ticket to nashville Cause I wanna

I'm Tired `Pat Green`

We must be headed in the wrong direction Cause there's nothing but pain out there I heard you say something about the cross upon your back The truth is, baby, life ain't always fair Your whole life is

Elvis `Pat Green`

A thick plush blue carpet at my feet A peacock stained glass window staring back at me A nine foot crushed white velvet sofa in the hallway There's a TV in the kitchen She's cooking in her panties Flipping

Feeling Pretty Good Tonight `Pat Green`

I woke up this morning with the afternoon at my window I must have tied one on pretty tight last night I don't even know if I picked up the phone to call you If I did babe I apologize I can't believe

What I'm For `Pat Green`

I'm for wildflowers in the window, Mechanics you can trust I'm for crackers in my chili And leaving grudges in the dust I'm for drive-thru order takers Who can muster up a smile I'm for taking in

Poetry `Pat Green`

world has a way if you know what I mean To scuff you up again and again I can't explain a blessed thing Not a falling star or a feathered wing Or how a man in chains has the strength to sing

Run `Pat Green`

Finally free Finally gone Finally breathing again Finally back out on my own Finally here In an otherwise empty room Where there's no one here to tear me all apart [Chorus] Yeah tonight I'm gonna go out

Let Me `Pat Green`

Let me be the one who sets your feet up on a road where you`ve never been, Oh and baby then, You can let me take these arms and wrap you up inside a night that will never end.

Smokin' Out `Project Pat`

[Chorus] Smokin out like Chief Wahoo hoo Chase it down with the liquor and brew brew Pass it round that's the way we do do Somebody get this dope cause I'm through through [Project Pat] Roll up a blunt

Lucky `Pat Green`

you get to be on a TV game show And win a million dollars 'cause that's lucky And I hope a bartender appears with a shot and a beer Every time you holler 'cause that's lucky And I hope you get to live in

Carry On `Pat Green`

Baby's just a little bit tired of the city, Billboards and bullshit got her down, Seem like you need a little hill country, A Little back roads driving, Little bit of the old top down, Yeah, everybody

In This World `Pat Green`

this world, in this world My little brother gotta engine on him, gotta engine on him And he can't slow down My little sister's pretty as a princess and hotter than a pistol Pat Green In This World

Paradise City `Pat Boone`

Take me down to the paradise city Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty Take me home Take me down to the paradise city Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty Oh, won't you please

Sing 'Til I Stop Crying `Pat Green`

Pouring rain, cracked front window I turned off my radio and reached for my boot For my favorite sterling horseshoe flask To take a drink of what it holds She was looking at her feet When I saw her on

Third Stone From The Sun `Pat Metheny`

I'm in orbit around the third planet from the star called The sun. over. You mean it's the earth? over. Positive. it is known to have some form of intelligent species. over.

Speedy Gonzales (스피디 곤잘레스) `Pat Boone`

It was a moonlit night in old Mexico. I walked alone between some old adobe haciendas. Suddenly, I heard the plaintive cry of a young Mexican girl.

Wave On Wave `Pat Green`

We're all playin' the same game. We're all lookin' for redemption. Just to pray, to say the name. So caught up now in pretendin' That what we're seekin' is the truth.

All The Good Things Fade Away `Pat Green`

Born lucky, I guess Didn't hurt that I was in the right place At the right time too. That girl she was dandelion beautiful, Damn she was beautiful.

Barricades `Pat Green`

Life, and love and the corners of the truth Or am I just some curious bystander Looking at the world through a child's eyes Sunlight, always shining on my shoulder While the storm rages on deep inside

LIFT `EM ON UP `Pat Benatar`

Lately I been wastin' this hard, hard life Seems like nothin' ever turns out right The day's too short, the nights too long Meet you in the middle if it turns out wrong Johnny got a job but it ain't

Friendly Persuasion (Thee I Love) `Pat Boone`

Thee I love more than the meadow so green and still More than the mulberries on the hill More than the buds of a May apple tree I love thee Arms have I, strong as the oak for this occasion Lips have I,

Friendly Persuasion `Pat Boone`

Thee I love, more than the meadow so green and still More than the mulberries on the hill More than the buds of a May apple tree, I love thee Arms have I, strong as the oak for this occasion Lips have