hurting child, Hurting child I sing for the hurting child I sing for the children, dream for the children, Cry for the children now So I sing for the children, dream
boy pushin' some Jim-jims around but it's hard to be a dreamer in a dream killing town Hard to be a dreamer in a dream killing town Good as dead, Sally
s running strong Broke my bindings, the lion with wings Preaching his word in the B-Boy sing I am one with myself as I turn to The I prefer the dreams
downward the Nile It would throw off The rotation of the earth Well, messing with me is worse Feel the rain, button up you overcoat Watch the illadelph bad boy
joy Western girls, makes me glad I'm a good ole boy Western girls, the best I've ever seen Western girls, every cowboy's dream Jukebox, dance floor,
you leave me all alone (Angelyna) Oh Angelyna I've been lonely since you've been gone I ain't no city slicker I've always been just a country boy I
the weather Jeb said he'd deliver Florida, folks and boy did he ever and we hold these truths to be self evident: #1 George W. Bush is not president
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing Nothing you could do (Straight up) There's nothing you could do (Not a boy says) There's nothing you could do (I
can't cope with it A chance is something that I never had I'm standing on this corner I got my rocks in a skittles bag Can't make a move without my boy
Written by Tom Gray - Published George Gluck Music I lay dreamin' Electronic healer Plugged in the groove Not a thought in my head Oh, you shook me away
Ha, ha, I'm fine y'all It's your boy Ghetto Superman A.k.a Lyfe, a.k.a don't got a wife What up Young Boy? Everybody talkin' about livin' on Capital
." "I gotta go back..." ...I bang on everything, boy BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! Up jump the boogie And you're just a rookie So I take your cookies boy
had huge guns Smith and Wesson revolvers Oh boy, were they loaded, oh brother Cornography She's aiming them right at us Softer, George, it's more effective
head people One two three body count rising And everybody got their hand out fucking Heisman Your boy just convinced her that she gorgeous Must have took a couple thousand of them Georges
I'd take that old kitchen broom up to my room And I'd play it like an old guitar Or sit out on the porch trying to sing like George Dreaming of becoming
(George Strait) "This the season for generosity A time to give and to receive My Christmas list consists of just one sweet dream.... I know what I
best singin' angel here And Dottie West is probably the prettiest There's the old pea-picker, Ernie Ford Jimmy Rodgers, George Morgan, Hank Williams And the wandering boy