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George Mann - One Day You Just Wake Up and You’re Old | Lyrics
Close your eyes now, Nicky, I’ve got one more story left Then I’ll sing “Goodnight Irene” and put your name in once again You know your uncle loves you and he’ll be here ‘til the end
George Mann - The Fish Always Rots From the Head | Lyrics
It’s another day with the fishing rod, another day on the dock so hot But the water’s running cold The have been fished up here, the smart ones long ago disappeared None of these
George Mann - Which Side Are You On? | Lyrics
Come all of you good workers, good news to you I’ll tell Of how the good old union has come in here to dwell Which side are you on? Which side are you on? Which side are you on?
George Mann - A Song in My Heart | Lyrics
I reach out through the wire and I hear it as you speak I see it in your weary eyes, another lonely week And even though it's all we’ve got, I'll smile at you again Every
George Mann - My Name is George | Lyrics
My name is George, I’ll get that over now Just so you know, I’m not just being proud I’ve had this face, always stood out in a crowd But now I’m staring at this barren ground
George Mann - The Lynyrd Skynyrd Band | Lyrics
This story starts on a baseball field, 1960s Jacksonville Bob and Gary in the stands Ronnie’s foul ball hit Bob’s head, knocked him out, they thought he was dead And there they formed
George Mann - The Bottle Wins Each Time | Lyrics
He’d been out the whole night searching High-beams on and windows down Cruising Christmas Eve with a sleeping kid strapped in the back seat Through all the seedy parts of town
George Mann - Seventy Miles From the Border | Lyrics
His uncle had worked there awhile He said you play your cards right boy, you’ll get a job in the mine Got a foot in the door but he fell down a hole For gas and an open flame are bound
George Mann - At Beluthahatchee | Lyrics
Some people think that folksingers like me have got it made We only work two hours a day, and sometimes we get paid But I do forty thousand miles a year just on the road And man, it’s
George Mann - Pass It Along | Lyrics
This guitar came from a timber, from the body of a tree Through the workshop of a luthier, now it's on loan to me It’s good company after dinner, and it fits my hands just fine But