The Rolling Hills Lyrics & Chords By Poorfolk

To the ladies of Vietnam, Take my arm, and walk me in. To the children of old Iran, Take my hand, and walk me in. Oh, Betsy Let's win! And I hear myself screamin' for...read more

There's always something that I said It's just a habit of making bad There's always something that I did Turning sweetness into sad If I'd shut my mouth And...read more

we don't know why we're here we don't know what it all means though the stars look down as if to say we're too late we've missed the start of the show we don't know what's...read more

You could mess up my life in a poem Have me divorced by the time of the chorus There's no need to change any sentence When you always decide where I go next Many nights you...read more

How will I see the day in? Will I go wandering? Go on breathing in and out Think a thought, make a sound How're we going to meet our ends? I'm always wondering The whole...read more