Waiting For Wild Horses Lyrics & Chords By Arlo Mckinley

My father was a welder at the navy yard La Palma north atlantic where the winters come down hard After work he did some drinking and sometimes it was a little rough Most nights he...read more

By the banks of the river Where the willows hang down The wild birds they warble With a low morning sound Way down in the hollow Where the river runs cold It was there I first...read more

"We dare defend our rights." "Blessed are the meek." Unless it's four little girls in Sunday school, Learning how to turn the other cheek; Or the younguns lashed with brimstone...read more

People like to talk a lot bout what they had and what they aint got a lot of Things been said and things been done, bloods been shed, but wars they been won by someone I never...read more

I know that Birmingham gets you down, And I guess that makes sense When so many old friends retired, If not expired, by the time we were twenty-three. Getting blacked out and...read more