Bartender... And then that means I fall Bartender please.... And that means I pray Bartender please.... And if I pray those hearts are young give me a second chance to fix it up if I pray
I've this creeping Suspicion that things here are not as they seem Oh, reassure me Why do I feel as if I'm in too deep? Oh, I've been praying For
As you go along from day to day No thoughts of God, no time to pray Though He gave His life, that you and me And this old sinful world be free Oh, the
in the glory land I long to be by my Saviors side Over in the glory land Just over in the glory land I'll join (yes join) the happy angels band
lost out in the desert I've been swallowed and consumed And I pray to God for patience Make me more like those three Help me survive my troubles Let me join that band
a faith gone dim and then some Gotta call from a band of brothers Turn the mic on, flash the Nikons All the doubters, I heard 'em say Now the band's
bay Listen to the band listen to the big-band To the bang-bang to the bang-bang blow horn ! Hey - listen to the band listen to the band ! (6x) The
to the band Listen to the band Hey - listen to the band Listen to the band I want you listen to the band Hey - listen to the band The Sound of Musik
in cool city They recognize his face, so it's all right This one knew the right address He even knew someone in a band While the others wait all
: 'Tis the star-spangled banner! Oh, long may it wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave! And where is that band who so vauntingly
for her" Yeah, we get those moments now and then The kind you pray will never end And that's exactly where we were Oh, I smiled while you danced I wanna thank the band
de mass 'Cause you never know It could be your last Enjoy yourself in de mass 'Cause you never know It could be your last Give thanks and pray, festival
't do anybody any harm I might make it back home alive I'm the oldest son of a crazy man I'm in a cowboy band Got a pile of sins to pay for and I ain
when she got mad Was more than glad in lend a hand in helping him beat her Sinita used to wear the cloth of her religion Sinita used to pray to God
the Derry air like a language that we all could understand I remember the day when I earned my first pay And I played in a small pick-up band There I
poem That stands the test of all time A couplet, a quatrain, a ballad, a note With meter and rythym and rhyme I want it to speak of your virtue Sing praise
the stream: 'Tis the star-spangled banner! Oh long may it wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave! And where is that band who so vauntingly
And getcha one 'nem yellow submarines Everyone's floating on that old school magical potion Just blowing off steam Aqua marines and mermaid limousines And the sea sends waves to sing your praise