was just my imagination Once again, runnin' away with me Tell you, it was just my imagination Runnin' away with me Every night on my knees I pray Dear Lord, hear my
smokin' weed and gettin' drunk (Around the globe) Atlanta, Alabama (Country as hell!) Kentucky, Carolina (Country as hell!) Miami, Tennessee (Country as hell!) Mississippi, New Jersey (Country
thank my Mum for giving birth to my massive head I thank my father true he showed me them ropes Let me end it on a positive note Dear Dad, dear Mum, dear
just my imagination, once again running away with me It was just my imagination running away with me Every night, on my knees I pray Dear Lord, hear my plea Or is it just my
East hates us What's the reason? Mr. President My heart is bleeding I tuck my kids in every evenin' Try to teach them to keep believin' Hopin' my
re free to run and roam There's no use in tryin' to make my dreams come true You have always lied to me, my darlin' I can't see Any reason for my stayin
I long once more to be with my friends At the old country church There's a place dear to me where I'm longing to be With my friends at the old country
passport in my hand My new life can begin Your brat's American So they must let us in! In! The playground of mankind! The movie in my mind! I'm your
long once more to be With my friends at the old country church As a small country boy, how my heart beat with joy As I knelt at the old country church
[spoken] 8 March 1998 dear mr prime minister, to be honest, im kind of disgusted with the state of this country and i am holding you directly responsible
Calm collector of the waste I've come for the dead Cold my feelings cannot be traced There's no need, no patients for there Muttering words, they are
Dear mama, well, here's a letter from your girl Well, I think my city days are done, mom And it ain't been three weeks since I came And mama, do remember
meet me at the station when my train comes along? When my train, when my train Meet me at the station when my train comes along When my train, sister, when my
was your country You can just forget it, you're too old You're too poor, you're too posh You'll never get in here wearing that my dear Don't smoke,
I was poor and of a low degree But I'll do my endeavour to earn my love's favour Although she is come of a rich family My name is Delaney, its a name
think that the walls of Kilmainham Surround my dear Blackbird of sweet Avondale" "Oh, Ireland, my country, awake from your slumbers And give back my Blackbird, so dear
dear country Known for beauty and for style In the place of noble thinkers Of scholars and great drinkers But above them all for splendour Shone the Queen of all Argyll Chorus... So my
green ware I will walk with you tonight In your raven hair I will find a Summer night Upon far flung soil I will run you through my head In my daily