Playoffs Lyrics & Chords By Jim Mora

Hello, woo, hey Here's a little story 'bout a boy named Joey King of the world, got a very long story Made a lot of money, live a life of glory Did what he done but he end up...read more

You poke too hard. there you would murmer. not audible enough...a tremor undetected I guess I did tap your shoulder too hard...read more

the more borders we cross the shorter life seems you start to care more about your health start questioning and i am cursed like Kane to wonder these lands to travel alone in no...read more

we chose this path and we tread new steps a new route vowing to hike the hills and dull the edges tips blistered and calloused even though we fuel our dream eyes strained new...read more

i know your hands i know your hands were designed to do more than right now you're just scratching the scabs off your knuckles only your dreams play an excuse to ignore only...read more