This is pressure Stay away from me If life is bigger, then what do you see You're no better, no better than me If this is pressure, show me How you bleed
I will come Come to comfort you I will come Come to comfort you I will come Come to comfort you I will come Come to comfort you I'm coming, I'm coming
Thunder and lightning down on the beach Me and my boyfriend got five cents each. Got to learn to keep moving on got to learn to keep grooving on. Got
Love, shine a light in every corner of my heart Let the love light carry, let the love light carry Light up the magic in every little part Let our love
Get up, get your man a bottle of red wine Get up, get your man a bottle of red wine I can't get up out of bed With this crazy feelin' in my head I said
The lost and found is back in my hometown. Where a universe of sound amounts to dust on a shelf. In a psychedelic hell souls pass by but cannot be held
Put some money in the jukebox and let it play For my heart is cold with its pain Take the cork from the bottle of a warm red wine And fill my glass up
Never claimed to be a model citizen, but I'm getting by Used to drink and once I ate a whole cigarette, but now I'm doing fine Had to work out life
Put a nickel in the jukebox and let it play For my heart is cold with pain Take the cork from the bottle of the warm red wine And fill my glass up again
Put a nickel in the jukebox and let it play For my heart is so cold with pain Take the cork from the bottle of the warm red wine And fill my glass up
Who shot that arrow in your throat? Who missed the crimson apple? It hung heavy on the tree above your head This chaos, this calamity, this garden once
Written by Marty Stuart Red, red wine and cheatin' songs Lately this bar room's where I call my home Somewhere, somehow, my baby went wrong Now it'
[Gothic Rain] She sold her soul today I feil it slip away I can't believe she's gone God, how long did it take It's raining, my lover, in my heart (come
Old red wine, well past its prime May have to finish it after crossing the line Dusty old wine, two thousand a time An inch of black mud always left behind
Everybody is made of clay That's what they used to say Until the truth stepped on us all Now everything that was big is small We're just little crying
He pours the wine into his coffee cup His gin has dropped It's time to pick it up Too fed, he rose out of his bus and left Tearin' slow he's barkin' something
Everybody's got a piece of the pie That's so lovely that's so nice Reading chapters on the shelf Of someone else, is that how you want to die? You're
Oh, pour me a drink of Italian red wine, Let me taste it and call back to mind Once more in my thoughts, once more to my soul This story as great, if