Winter Hill Blues Lyrics & Chords By Ryan Lee Crosby

Tell me tales of grime and grit Birds fly high to catch the sun We can try it when were done Congregate the fools you know With your heart and with your soul Go get lost and...read more

When we met at the post office my friends were still at the bar and I felt a little guilty walking right past their parked car. See, I hadn't gone to bed, which is where I totally...read more

Martha Ann, I don't know that I can Understand just what you're goin' through From where I stand There is no light That you and your man are walkin' to And if the world is...read more

There were bright flashes the day you were born And your mother's hair was brown. All of the doctors pronounced you a dead man And they told her what to prepare for. Somewhere...read more

lyndsy the unexpected is always better than the best laid plans not even schedules but hopes that we plot with pins these anticipated programs but when a brick through the open...read more