Movin' On
I guess that is just how the old ballads are Rhythmic firewater and songs passed along The blues call a few but touch many a heart New dust on his boots with another guitar song Singing a love song to the girl behind the bar School boys do become men 'n' how they do carry on of lost love and catching all the shooting stars as midnight twangs of charm then cowboy’s at dawn
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2017
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