Number of Lyrics in Album : 6
By Blackfoot, In a room all alone waiting by the telephone
With
By Blackfoot, A young man lies with a needle in his arm,
China
By Blackfoot, Well, it's minus five outside your house
And ninety degrees in
By Blackfoot, Ah, she was a roller and a midnight stroller
Used to
By Blackfoot, Well, I'm walkin' on a road that
ends when I'm gone
Lawd,
By Blackfoot, Well I'd rather be a fishin'
Or at least just a