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As blue shadows fall Across the canyon wall The cattle are quiet and still Dusty, sore and tired I build myself a fire As a full moon Peaks over the hills. A blanket for my bed A saddle for my head I'll sleep But in my...

Hoy debo creer, debo ser un hombre de fe me encuentro completo, vivo ahora y no despues. Hoy me levanto bien, hoy no tengo miedo a perder y estoy despertando la conciencia de mi ser. Hoy debo creer, debo ser un...

Die Glocken von Santa Fa by Dennie Christian In Santa Fa gibt's drei Glocken In der Kirche der Madonna Und ihr Lauten klingt hinauf zu den Bergen Doch es darf zur gleichen Zeit Nur immer eine schlagen Denn jede hat was...

I've been living in a penthouse With closets full of fine clothes. And where these things are coming from No one in the whole town knows. But on somebody's doorchain There's an extra key. And almost every day he slips...

Hacia donde van los gritos internos No tienen direccin y ningun lugar en especial En su trayecto solamente hay dudas No hay un destino al verlos caminar Pero tu no me dejaras Perder la fe de antes Pero tu no me...

SE fUe Ya no responde ni al telefono, Pende de un hilo la esperanza mia, Yo no crei jamas poder perder asi la cabeza, Por el. Porque de pronto ya no me queria. Porque mi vida se quedo vacia, Nadie contesta mis...

Santa-Fe, Dear, dear, dear, dear, dear Santa-Fe, My woman needs it ev'ryday, She promised this a-lad she'd stay, She's rollin' up a lotta bread To toss away. She's in Santa-Fe, Dear, dear, dear, dear, dear...

Hemos visto el mensaje Escrito en la pared Y empezamos este viaje Pensando en no volver Mirando atras Alli estabas tu Qu facil fu cegarse Por densa luz Hemos roto mil barreras Por llegar aqui S que se reiran...

Pasaran las horas pasaran los anos pasara la vida yo estare esperando con la misma pena con el alma herida pasara el otono pasara el invierno pasara el verano y lo que yo haga para olvidarte se que sera envano...

They say that no man is an island And good things come to those who wait But the things I hear are there just to remind me Every dog will have his day The spirits, they intoxicate me I watched them infiltrate my soul...

Written by Leiber - Stoller - Wheeler Recorded by Hank Snow The cowboy was drunk and braggin' He told her he had a wagon A wagon filled up with gold that he'd stole And then covered all over with hay She cried when she...

They say that no man is an island And good things come to those who wait But the things I hear are there Just to remind me Every dog will have his day The spirits they intoxicate me I watched them infiltrate my soul...

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 and the Santa Fe See the old smoke risin' 'round the bend I reckon...

This song was first released on the All Aboard! album. It is the only album it has been released on. Do you hear that whistle down the line I figure that it's Engine Number 49 She's the only one that'll sound that way...

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 and the Santa Fe See the old smoke risin' 'round the bend I reckon...

Santa Fe (Original) by Bob Dylan Sante Fe, dear dear dear dear dear Sante Fe My woman needs it every day She promises to let me stay Sure hoping I'm allowed to pray two doors away She's in Sante Fe dear dear dear dear...

By Christmas Day " By Christmas Day " There's this jolly old man at the old North Pole He's the merry old soul that we know so well He wears a funny red suit that's trimmed in white A stocking cap and a black belt...

Oh, now, want to be free Tired fe lick weed in a bush Tired fe lick pipe in a gully We want to come out in the open Where the breeze can blow it so far away To the North, to the South, to the East And to the West, to...

Do you hear that whistle down the line? I figure that it's engine number forty-nine Shes the only one thatll sound that way On the atchison, topeka, and the santa fe See the old smoke risin round the bend I reckon that...

Oh, now, want to be free Tired fe lick weed in a bush Tired fe lick pipe in a gully We want to come out in the open Where the breeze can blow it so far away To the North, to the South, to the East And to the West, to...