Quiet Sundays Lyrics & Chords By Uncle Billy's Smokehouse

Nos parieron en cadena, nos dijeron insolentes. Nos marcaron los bolsillos, dibujaron nuestros cuerpos, somos de un equipo de futbol. Los dibujos japoneses, mostraban tanta...read more

Where’s your dirt gone honey? It would be good to have your tongue And where’s your voice gone sonny? You've got to step up, come on come So pick a costume for me honey Oh...read more

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In the morning he burst to tears The cuckoo had taken a look of Woe I have robbed myself in Your presence darling I have robbed myself in Your presence darling I wear my Woe with...read more

Blue light rain, whoa unbroken chain, Looking for familiar faces in an empty window pane. Listening for the secret, searching for the sound But I could only hear the preacher...read more