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Heartland Rockers
three young men
with a bucket of pride
cocky and brave
and ready to ride a surfer, a writer
and a football star
three musketeers
they would all go far call'em the breeze
they kept blowing on down the road
california dreamers
who always knew the time to go they were heartland rockers
they were real sweet talkers
they were wild and free now
but they let it be now they weren't lazy or crazy
they were just three young headknockers
they weren't really mean
they were just pure heartland rockers three young turks
without any fear
they shared their dreams
they shared their beers they loved the sun
and to ride the waves
filled with joy
it was fun they craved call'em the breeze
they kept blowing on down the line
california dreamers
knowing that their lives were fine they were heartland rockers
they were real sweet talkers
they were wild and free now
but they let it be now they weren't lazy or crazy
they were just three young headknockers
they weren't really mean
they were just pure heartland rockers now they've all grown
and gone their separate ways
but they still get together
and relive those days when they come back to town
you better watch yourself
if you don't want to play
you can go to hell call 'em the breeze
they're still blowing on down the line
call 'em the breeze
they're still knowing that the world is fine they're heartland rockers
real sweet talkers
they're wild and free now
but they let it be now they aren't lazy or crazy
they are just three young headknockers
they aren't really mean
they're just pure heartland rockers heartland rockers, heartland rockers
real headknockers
heartland rockers, heartland rockers |
Bright Lights and Big Cities
i have seen the waves of waimea
i have seen the sunrise in cancun
i have seen the bright lights and big cities
i have seen the waterfalls and dunes i have heard the prophets and the preachers
i have heard the wind whip up the sails
i have heard philosophers and teachers
i have heard the eagles and the whales but they haven't heard the last
no they haven't heard the last
of me, of me i have seen the stars up on the hillside
i have seen the fashions and the fads
i have seen the demons and the dragons
i have seen my daughter call me dad i have heard the lovers and the losers
i have heard the poets and the fools
I have heard the beggars and the choosers
I have heard the cynics and the ghouls but they haven't heard the last
no they haven't heard the last
of me, of me, of me like papillon
i keep holding on like papillon
I keep rolling on like papillon
i keep holding on |
