Laulunsanoja:
Harry Connick Jr Triple Feature

Down the road, come a junco partner He was loaded as could be He was knocked-out, knocked-out loaded And he was singin' this song to me Six months

(Ory/Gilbert) I look at them shuffle and the shuffle come down Ramblin' and scramblin' and a-headin' for town Hoppin' and boppin' and a-buzzin' around

I have often walked down this street before But the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before All at once am I several stories high Knowing I'm on

Somewhere my love, there will be songs to sing Although the snow covers the hopes of spring Somewhere a hill blossoms in green and gold And there are

Speak softly love and hold me warm against your heart I feel your words, the tender trembling moments start We're in a world, our very own Sharing a love

In a quaint caravan There's a lady they call The Gypsy She can look in the future And drive away all your fears Everything will go right If you only

If your whole life somehow Wasn't much till now And you've almost lost Your will to live No matter what you've been through Long as there's breath in

I'm comin' home, I've done my time Now I've got to know what is and isn't mine If you received my letter telling you I'd soon be free Then you'll know

Do you hear that whistle down the line? I figure that it's engine number forty-nine She's the only one that'll sound that way On the Atchison, Topeka