Brandy
There’s a port on a western bayAnd it serves a hundred ships a dayLonely sailors pass the time awayAnd talk […]
There’s a port on a western bayAnd it serves a hundred ships a dayLonely sailors pass the time awayAnd talk […]
She’s a good girl, loves her mamaLoves Jesus and America tooShe’s a good girl, who’s crazy ’bout ElvisLoves horses and
I got my first real six-stringBought it at the five-and-dimePlayed it ’til my fingers bledWas the summer of ’69 Me
This thing called loveI just can’t handle itThis thing called loveI must get ’round to itI ain’t readyCrazy little thing
Don’t go changing, to try and please meYou never let me down beforeDon’t imagine you’re too familiarAnd I don’t see
Shadows grow so long before my eyesAnd they’re moving across the pageSuddenly the day turns into nightFar away from the
You got your hair combed back and your sunglasses on, babyI see you walking real slow and you’re smilin’ at
Heading down south to the land of the pinesI’m thumbing my way into North CarolinaStaring up the road and pray
Well the South side of ChicagoIs the baddest part of townAnd if you go down thereYou better just bewareOf a
Yeah here comes AmosNow Amos Moses was a Cajunhe lived by himself in the swampHe hunted alligators for a livin’he’d