She said, "Catch me if you can You better plan, gentlemen" So the story goes Robin Hood stole the magic seeds from a Sherwood Dignitary Set 'em afloat
Red Aston Martin Vanquish V12 sick Red cranberry juice in my vodka [Chorus] Game so violent, give me a backwood, roll a violet Blow the smoke out and
And so once again My dear Johnny my dear friend And so once again you are fighting us all And when I ask you why You raise your sticks and cry, and I
Four strings across the bridge Ready to carry me over Over the quavers, drunk in the bars Out of the realm of the orchestra Out of the realm of the orchestra
Sometimes in the middle of the lonely night No one there to be his friend He'd grab the fiddle and he'd hold it tight The angels there would gather 'round
I remember the Night That sight's still inside On old men's streets Ghosts of never beens Voices of the Violin Cried for many Nights Flames of the mind
Well before you know it he is born, He's looking up through painted bars And he hears a hairy stranger say "He'll learn to play the violin." His mother
I'll play second fiddle to your new love while it lasts Just like all the others I played for in the past Why can't I be a leader and play a leading part
It seems you think that thirty-five is just a little too old But I'm not ready yet to be put out in the cold I've got plenty of good love left woman if
Once we were so happy, you were my very own But then you bought that guitar and you ruined our happy home You told me that you're gonna pick, you're gonna
If you're gonna play in Texas You gotta have a fiddle in the band That lead guitar is hot But not for a Louisiana man So rosen up that both faded love
Sunken are the eyes of my creation into a glass containing smelly puss Whatever sense of gratitude I may have felt It went away too soon He was your
[The Enchanted Violin] Par espaces immobiles,lointain. Ames lumineuses sont transportees Avec rythme cadence A la derniere demeure, par espaces immobiles
Seems I'm always right behind never first in line A winner maybe I'm not meant to be Number one would be just fine but I guess I'm not that kind Second
Fiddle Set E minor jig (traditional) The Moon Coin (traditional) Shawn's Lament for He is in Hell (Dan Stacey) Limerick Lassies (traditional)
You couldn't possibly understand what I'm going through? I hope someday you'll have, better for you. In feeling sorry for you. I don't feel sorry for
Step into the spotlight Of this traveling show Went across the room Those big blue eyes look in my soul I was singing fatal love How was I to know That
Tonight I'm back at our old table in our favorite hide-a-way Where we used to laugh and dance and hear those happy fiddles play But the love she once
