If my name, Lord, comes around no more I will surely miss it for a while or so Should my friends desert me I would try to make it on my own And if the
When Jeraboah was just a child She used to drive the milkman wild She'd steal his bottles to pay the rent But I know that ain't where it went Jeraboah
paper But lately you've dropped out of sight And we feel it's gone quite far enough Don't you think that it's time now to light? Justice, don't be slow
Out on the highway, looking for a sign That will lead me to the canyon Got to meet some friends of mine I can feel the fires burnin' As I ride into the
You might call me brutal 'Cause I've got a few sadistic notions Oh, but I ain't lying I'd kill my own for some commotion I've got the gang war blues
Some of us are Rock n' Roll stars Chasing the flash and travel Most of us wear the right length of hair But that's all that is left of the dream Oh,
Words and music by George Biondo In the morning sun's golden warmth Pours its arms around we two Past my doorway were those heartbeats Or a drummer
Early in the misty, misty morning Headin' for another freeway jam Sleepy eyed and shivering Waking up and wishing it was Sunday I wish it was Sunday
put-down blues from wonderin' Who his old lady was callin' I said, "Keep your life and drown your sorrow And survive the fire that burns you If you just slow
Words and Music by Goldy McJohn Slip away with me Let our hears be free Live a life of love There's no need to care Sharin' it together Whatcha got
