Molly Hatchet - Junk Yard Dawg | Текст Иностранной Песни
I heard a voicebox chatter in the neighborhood They say, Slim Jack Willie's gonna get you good He's 'round the corner I gotta warn you lock up your window tight
Molly Hatchet - Edge Of Sundown | Текст Иностранной Песни
On the edge of sundown, a man rode into town His clothes were old and dirty like the guns he wore low down And as he rode the people stared, tried to look on him He's the man
Molly Hatchet - Boogie No More | Текст Иностранной Песни
Oh, People, baby, what's the matter with you? Your feet, they ain't leaving' the ground. Don't you just want to get up, babe, Hearing this rocking sound?
Molly Hatchet - Don't Leave Me Lonely | Текст Иностранной Песни
I woke up this morning And my back door was open I knew that you left me behind You had been by my side We had nothing to hide But I didn't think You'd
Molly Hatchet - Turn My Back On Yesterday | Текст Иностранной Песни
The Blue Ridge Mountains were turning green The last time I saw her face Rose colored glasses can't hide the pain Neither can your satin and lace I turned my Back
Molly Hatchet - Angel In Dixie | Текст Иностранной Песни
I just saw an Angel in Dixie In Heaven the other night On my way to New Orleans Can't get her off my mind There's many miles of highway Between me and the
Molly Hatchet - Lady Luck | Текст Иностранной Песни
You can break a mirror Light three on a match Walk under a ladder Kick a black cat Try your luck in vegas Shoot nothing but craps But I'll gamble on my lady
Molly Hatchet - Dreams I'll Never See | Текст Иностранной Песни
Just one more morning I had to wake up with the blues Pulled myself out of bed, put on my walking shoes Went up on the mountain to see what I could see The whole world was
Molly Hatchet - Under The Gun | Текст Иностранной Песни
Yah I can't seem to make it No matter how hard I try Bad times seem to find me Good fortunes pass me by. It's all just one big gamble Trouble is my
Molly Hatchet - Cornbread Mafia | Текст Иностранной Песни
No Yea, meet me in the alley, Vargas Rendezvous Call the boys, get some ribs and a mess of cold beer too Lord get the feet bag on back to Mississippi The boys are