I’m Not A Gamblin’ Man, But
maybe there’s no reasoningto anythingsomehow maybe you are wondering’bout everythingright now but youdon’t need to run to the light just
maybe there’s no reasoningto anythingsomehow maybe you are wondering’bout everythingright now but youdon’t need to run to the light just
we were best friends for as long as we both can remembernever ashamed for the fun or the trouble we
in the middle of the road i found a wayand how wouldn’t you tooif i could tell the world my
it does not change it merely goes ona rearranging of ancestral cona fear and hunger to base it upon i
i write, i sing, it’s not entertainmenta little of you, a little of me, a little of what remainsit’s mercy,
sittin’ down with an old guitarand an older memoryplay a tune like my first new carhearing everything i’ve got to
i don’t know what it is keepin’ me from runnin’ from herewish i could say that about everything a normal
dieyou wanna be freeyou wanna be someone you are not supposed to beliveuntil you can seeuntil you can see you
this embarrasses you you wonder how i can tell my self what i should do and i agree with just
look back at a bankrupt life then brave another dayi’ve made more than my share of mistakes, any one would