-
By Rea Chris, (4.49)Ten Thousand princesI've seen them allI've seen them comeAnd I've
-
By Rea Chris, (4.45)The word you sent todayFrom somewhere far awayCut in deep
-
By Rea Chris, On the hard fast trainOn the road to gainSomething gets
-
By Rea Chris, No sunny dayNo sky so blueJust a pale moon on
-
By Rea Chris, Sing a song of love to meSing out, sing out!She's
-
By Rea Chris, You got to break the back of the mouldYou were
-
By Rea Chris, Sometimes I think I'll go insaneSo what's a boy supposed
-
By Rea Chris, All change on the merry go lineEverybody looking, for a
-
By Rea Chris, Burlington ZephersAnd Kenworths that pass in the nightDeltics and SteamersAnd
-
By Rea Chris, Do you steel dream of summer nites?The endless roads, between
-
By Rea Chris, She throws her hair into the February breezeShe hears it
-
By Rea Chris, Deep inside these dusty wallsThere's a sacred heartI'd know this
-
By Rea Chris, I'm going fishingI got me a lineNothin' I do's gonna'
-
By Rea Chris, The plain is waiting...And you must go"Goodbye, I'm going to
-
By Rea Chris, There's a crazy sense of dutyAs he licks between his
-
By Rea Chris, I see a turning wheelOn a dusty trackCaught in the
-
By Rea Chris, Hello friend, where you been so long?Time goes by, so
-
By Rea Chris, Well I'm stood out with my brotherOn a tree lined
-
By Rea Chris, I see you laughing up at meAnd I can't hide,
-
By Rea Chris, Could it be just that I'm crazyCould it be the
-
By Rea Chris, I just wanna be with youNo matter what they sayJust
-
By Rea Chris, Deep inside the burning histories,All along this lonesome roadThe wheels
-
By Rea Chris, Each single day, I get up and make my wayAnd
-
By Rea Chris, (4.56)How many timesHave I been here before?Like a worn away
-
By Rea Chris, There's a street outside my windowThere's a light outside my
-
By Rea Chris, A careless heart ain't no good to no oneI was
-
By Rea Chris, Soldiers of fortuneLost in the windNo destinationsAnd nothing to winKeeping
-
By Rea Chris, There's no sense in waitingSo let's make a startI've got
-
By Rea Chris, This is the garden that I knowTen thousand summers wait
-
By Rea Chris, Sweet SeptemberI rememberEyes of August, deepest blueWhile the easy town