ghost_in_this_house
I don't pick up the mail
I don't pick up the phone
I don't answer the door
I'd just as soon be alone
I don't keep this place up
I just keep the lights down
darned_if_i_don’t
i_wanna_be_loved_like_that
Natalie Wood gave her heart to James Dean
The high school rebel and the teenage queen
Standin together in an angry world
One boy fightin for one girl
(Chorus)
somewhere_in_the_vicinity_of_the_heart
shenandoah-
thousand miles of lonesome highway
drinking gallons of coffee in a little cafe's
brought me here
and it's so good to find
that there's someone who's
sunday_in_the_south
Mill worker houses lined up in a row,
another southern sunday morning blow
Beneath the steeple all the people have begun
shakin' hands with the man who grips the gospel gun <
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