Killing Of A Chinese Bookie Lyrics & Chords By Bo Harwood

One silver dollar, bright silver dollar Changing hands, changing hands Endlessly rollin', wasted or stolen Changing hands, changing hands Spent for a beer he's drinking ...read more

(Frankie Vaughn) The gentle art of conversation is deader than the Dead Sea scrolls. We've become the weakest kind of nation. We're uncommunicating souls. No one talks. No...read more

Oh! We're having a heatwave, a tropical heatwave. The temperature's rising, it isn't surprising, she certainly can can-can. She started a heatwave by letting her seat wave, in...read more

It was cold outside of Tiffany's, I was shivering in the storm. I walked in and asked a gentleman "could I please keep warm?". He asked me how come a baby doll has no comfy...read more

If you listen you can hear it call.(Wailaree). There is a river called the river of no return, sometimes it's peaceful and sometimes wild and free. Love is a traveller on the...read more