country turns its lonely eyes to who? Jackson Browne Jackson Browne Jackson Browne A piece of the pie That's all we're asking for A piece of the pie
turns it's lonely eyes to who? Jackson Browne Jackson Browne Jackson Browne A piece of the pie That's all we're asking for A piece of the pie
trees, Looked like a dog bit by fleas Had a beer belly and a tye-dyed shirt, Said he'd live forever but now he sleeps in dirt [Chorus] {Jerry was a piece
country turns it's lonely eyes to who? Jackson Browne Jackson Browne Jackson Browne A piece of the pie That's all we're asking for A piece of the pie
on and Take a Take another little piece of my heart now baby Oh oh break a Break another little piece of my heart and throw it away Oh oh take a Take another little piece
be Any better than your weakest moment Now would you fall to pieces If I never came back? Tear it all apart 'Til there was nothing left Would you fall to pieces
I look into your eyes you make me love you Este invierno acabara I do truly love you Libre yo sere How you make me love you Volveremos a empezar I do
What's that around your head, is it a halo? And what's that on your shoulders, is it wings? You must be a walkin' piece of heaven Or is it love that makes
yourself of shaving that thing off? Just remember what happened to Samson when he lost his hair. You wouldn't be a piece without your moustache. Have you ever had a
Every damn kid on the street, they got something to prove Push a bullet through my heart, why not? That's a start They could push their reps quicker, kill a
And say America's some motherfucking apple pie Yo, you gotta be high to believe that You're gonna change the world by a sticker on a record sleeve '
you like a pie from the oven number one i kiss your lips and you start standing out 'i never felt what i am about to feel make a part of view a piece
got to wonder if I want to lease or buy And I dictate how I'm gonna piece the pie I ain't talkin' about no muthafuckin' pizza pie 'Cause I keep a bad
I saw a dried up river and a rich man Turning on a garden hose I see a young man picking up a gun I guess that's where the money goes, yeah Am I just
get you all those lovely things my working money buy Oh won't you gimme some, could you gimme some, do I get a little piece of that honey pie? Sunday morning hits, like a
like a foxy and craf-ty-as-a-cat i'm looking up as i'm lying on my back bite the beast if i want a big piece of the pie but she's taken the feast in
There?s no dollar sign on a piece of mind This I?ve come to know So if you agree, have a drink with me Raise your glasses for a toast To a little bit