Thunderbird Lodge Lyrics & Chords By Michael Chapman

Folding hills and a silver lane, A weeping maid, an evening in the rain, Roses ramble and the trees hang low, We sit and drink to all good friends we Know. 'Tis I my love...read more

Something's in my coffee, yeah There's something in my coffee, yeah Must be the water, and it Must be the water, and it Must be the water, 'cause it Must be the...read more

Little boy, now don't you run, You stand your ground. The only way I'll let you go is if you knock 'em down. Little boy, it's hard to speak When you have lost...read more

. Finally the moment's Come and here we stand And all the words have gone Along with all the plans And though the hands Are surely moving on the clock For us, this...read more

How low are you willing to go before you reach all your selfish goals. Punch line after punch line leaving us sore, leaving us sore. Absorbed in your ill hustling feeding...read more