Son Of A Gun Search The City

This will be the last time you cross mine We were as thick as thieves Just like a thief you stole the best of me White lies and what lies in between Whoa, for Heaven's sake I see right through you Whoa

Son Of A Gun Motion City Soundtrack

love forming under your eyelids As I push you too far I know I'm a son of a gun Pissing you off just for fun You're overdramatic I'm aerodynamic It's oh so romantic That's why I'm a son of a gun When

Shame On You Gun

strangers There's rhythm in her dancing feet Sleeping in the city streets Crying in the rain Got no shame Got no shame Looking for a good time Everybody wants one A land of sunshine Wild child is on the

Platonic Cold Collective

I'm not platonic I'm just toxic when you need me I just know that the worst is yet, yet to come But what's done is done, son I'm not demonic I'm ironic when it need be I just know that the worst is yet

Search & Destroy Rocket From The Tombs

Im a street walking cheetah with a heart full of napalm Im a runaway son of the nuclear a bomb I am a worlds forgotten boy The one who searches and destroys Honey gotta help me please Somebody gotta

Bus Search (Album Version) Wyclef Jean

"Ya I know those ain't flashing lights Dam police lights man they pullin' the tour bus over once again Alright this is gonna be a search Everybody put your hands where I can see 'em Smells funny in here

John Jones Rudy Mills

John Jones you son of a gun you're the son of a gun John Jones you son of a gun you son of a gun You take my woman you make me run You make my friends all laugh at me John Jones you son of a gun you're

John Jones Madness

John Jones, you son of a gun John Jones, you son of a gun You take my woman, you make me run You make my friends all laugh at me John Jones, you son of a gun John Jones, you son of a gun You call yourself

Search & Destroy EMF

I'm a street walking cheetah with a heart full of napalm I'm a runaway son of the nuclear A-bomb I am a world's forgotten boy The one who searches and destroys Honey gotta help me please Somebody gotta

Velvet Son Maximilian Hecker

I came by to jingle in your armoury As you fought all the sounds in me At the time of escapades up in the mountains The sound of the bells embraced me I came by to tinkle in your garden As you taught all

Granddaddy's Gun Blake Shelton

It sits above the mantle on a couple rusty nails And it's worth a bunch of money but it damn sure ain't for sale The good Lord only knows all the stories it could tell Granddaddy's gun He bought it new

Gun Uncle Tupelo

if you find yourself standing at the end of your line looking for a piece of something maybe a piece of mind fed up, lost, and run down nowhere to hold on tired of, take your place at the end son we'll

Son Of A Gun Black Oak Arkansas

Some say I’m a no account Back where I come from I ain’t good for nothin’ Except just to run But all I got to say To the likes of them I’m tired of workin’ For the other man I want to see the world I want

The Missing Pieces Man

Sock it to me You make me feel so good Oh have mercy baby In the midnight hour Hey man play some soul man I want some soul I am the judge Everybody knows that I am the judge Chickaboom This tune

Loaded Gun The Living End

With a loaded gun, With a loaded gun, In our hands. We can end life. We can decide, The fate of a man. (Yeah!) Did you hear what happened, to that poor man, at the station tonight?

Jambalaya (On The Bayou) Harry Connick Jr.

Goodbye Joe me gotta go me oh my oh Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou My Yvonne sweetest one me oh my oh Son of a gun we'll have big fun on the bayou Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and file gumbo

Son Of A Gun Bruce Dickinson

to hate like him Oh kill for killing, live to die Ride on you son of a gun, ride on, ride into the setting sun Ride on you son of a gun, yeah Ride on you son of a gun, ride on, ride into the setting sun

City calls Novaflow(노바플로우)

In the alleys where shadows dance, Lost souls seeking a second chance. The city breathes with a heart of stone, Echoes of loneliness, a silent moan. Echoes of loneliness, a silent moan.

Gun. My Chemical Romance

[x6] Well As soon as I get my gun I’ll point it out the window at the setting sun As soon as I get my gun I’ll tell you all about it when you fall in love As soon as I get my gun I’m gonna make a

JAMBALAYA Emmylou Harris

JAMBALAYA Goodbye Joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou My Yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my oh Son of a gun, we'll have good fun on the bayou Jambalaya,

Jambalaya (LP Version) Emmylou Harris

Goodbye Joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou My Yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my oh Son of a gun, we'll have good fun on the bayou Jambalaya, a-crawfish pie and-a

Jambalaya (Remastered Album Version) Emmylou Harris

Goodbye Joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou My Yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my oh Son of a gun, we'll have good fun on the bayou Jambalaya, a-crawfish pie and-a

Three hours Nick Drake

Three hours from sundown Jeremy flies Hoping to keep The sun from his eyes East from the city And down to the cave In search of a master In search of a slave.

Machine Gun Slowdive

See you walking and I know shes my friend, again Just the weight of the water drags me down, again Guess I\'ll think of the water its my friend, oh yea It\'s just the way that the water makes me feel

Son Of A Gun Nirvana

Up, up, up, and down Turn, turn, turn around Round, round, round about And over again Gun, gun, son of a gun You are the only one That makes any difference To what I say The sun shines in the

City Lights La the Darkman

The others went through his wrist. How's that for accurate? The kids scarred for life. Equipped with a permanent limp. He was ill when he was young, tryin to raise his son.

There Is A Valley Bill Fay

There is a valley where the tree stand tall and an icy wind blows Trees don't speak but they speak to each other Of the people long ago When the soldiers came and took away the villages one by one And

Silver City Ghostland Observatory

Well, I don't come from the city I came here on the train In search of something pretty It's my heart, I have to blame Well, I don't come from the city I came here on the train In search of something pretty

The City Is Lost ARTENSION

in time victim of early demise The City is lost we search for Atlantis whatever the cost The City is lost child of the sea for eternity tossed The City is lost Erotic creatures and people of science

Jambalaya Doug Kershaw

Well, goodbye Joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh Me gotta go to pole the pirogue down the bayou My Yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my oh I am a son of a gun, we gonna have big fun on the bayou Yeah, jambalaya

Butcher's Son Bertine Zetlitz

I'm the butcher's son Softly killing With my homemade gun Shocking, shocking As we passed the hardware store You said I was the one who wasn't sane Driving by the rookie camp you said You wouldn't hold

Prodigal Son Sevendust

I go Who will I become I'm coming on like an elephant gun Reaching for the piece of mind that I can't find The sun keeps fading away Searching for a feeling that will never come The return of the prodigal

Jambalaya Pat Boone

Woh Jambalaya, crawfish pie, fillet gumbo 'Cause tonight I'm-a gonna see my machez amio Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh Son of a gun, gonna have big fun on the bayou Goodbye Joe, me gotta

Jambalaya (On The Bayou) Pat Boone

Oh Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo `Cause tonight I`m gonna see my ma cher amio Pick guitar fill fruit jar and be gay o Son of a gun we`ll have big fun on the bayou Good bye Joe me gotta

Creosote Son Volt

Passing under barren skies Waiting for our worlds to collide, and there you are All alone Feeling bad Interstate movin' again Barrel through thick and thin, side by side To survive like creosote Born under a

Jambalaya (On The Bayou) (1991 Remix) Carpenters(카펜터스)

Son-of-a-gun, we\'ll have big fun on the Bayou Thibodaux, fontaineaux the place is buzzin\' A kin-folk come to see Yvonne by the dozen Dress in style they go hog wild, me oh my oh Son of a gun, we

Jambalaya Carpenters

Goodbye Joe, he gotta go, me oh my oh He gotta go -- pole the pirogue down the bayou His Yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my oh Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou Jambalaya and

Father's Son Tori Amos

Steady girl on your feet You and your wonderings Bread can feed a few So can some cartoons So it ends so it begins I'm my father's son Plant another seed of hate In a trusting virgin gun Steady girl for

Jambalaya (On The Bayou) The Carpenters

Good bye Joe he gotta go me oh my oh He gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou His Yvonne the sweetest one me oh my oh Son of a gun we'll have big fun on the bayou Thibodaux Fontaineaux the place is

Jambalaya (On The Bayou) (1991 Remix) The Carpenters

Good bye Joe he gotta go me oh my oh He gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou His Yvonne the sweetest one me oh my oh Son of a gun we'll have big fun on the bayou Thibodaux Fontaineaux the place is

SEARCH AND DESTROY Iggy And The Stooges

i'm a street walking cheetah with a heart full of napalm i'm a runaway son of the nuclear a-bomb i am a world's forgotten boy the one who searches and destroys honey gotta help me please somebody gotta

Search And Destroy Red Hot Chili Peppers

Im a street walking cheetah with a heart full of napalm Im a runaway son of the nuclear A-bomb I am a worlds forgotten boy The one who searches and destroys Honey gotta help me please Somebody

Search And Destroy Black Light Burns

I'm a street walking cheetah with a heart full of napalm I'm a runaway son of the nuclear A bomb I am a worlds forgotten boy The one who searches and destroys Honey gotta help me please Somebody gotta

Jambalaya(On The Bayou) Carpenters

Good-bye, Joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou. My Yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my oh Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.

Jambalaya Unknown

Me gotta go, pole the pirogue down the bayou. My Yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my oh. Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou. Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fil?

JAMBALAYA Carpenters

Good-bye, Joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou. My Yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my oh Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.

Jambalaya (On The Bayou) Fats Domino

me gotta go, pole the pirogue down the bayou. my yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my oh. son of a gun, we\'ll have big fun on the bayou.

Jambalaya (On The Bayou) (Single Version) Brenda Lee

Me gotta go, pole the pirogue down the bayou. My Yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my oh. Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou.

Jambalaya Paul Anka

Good bye, Joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou My Yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my oh Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou Jambalaya and a craw fish pie

Jambalaya (On The Bayou) (Album Ver.) The Carpenters

Goodbye, Joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh Me gotta go, pole the pirogue down the bayou My Yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my oh Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and