by Buck Owens and Red Simpson I heard no Christmas carols As I walked down the street I heard no Merry Christmas From people I'd meet It seemed you
VERSE; DEAR ALMIGHTY FATHER The great awesome God Our consular, our friend We call upon you to listen And hear our prayer We will listen with open
Sometimes, I cant keep my feelings inside Feelings I cant show, feelings they cant know Each night, theres no one here for me, but there is a memory and
Dear Summer, I know you gon' miss me For we been together like Nike Airs and crisp tees S dots with polo fleeces Purple label shit with the logo secret
Dear Chicago, you'll never guess You know the girl, you said I'd meet someday? Well, I got something to confess She picked me up on Friday Asked me if
Got a house full of walls And utility bills, every Monday the company calls Got a nice bed to sleep on And a chest of drawers where I keep those dreams
Found you and all your twitching pantomimes made your insides You found a new shore, there's much more to life Soon we will find..... such as your mind
[Ol' Dirty Bastard] Yo y'all niggas can't do what I do, straight up But if you're ready to roll with me Know what I'm saying Y'all got to obey Dirt Dog
Everybody wants to look into the mirror And feel a little better now And everybody wants to know there's someone out there Waiting for you to come around
Dear Mr. Fantasy play us a tune Something to make us all happy Do anything, take us out of this gloom Sing a song, play guitar, make it snappy You are
Dear one, near me, truth assessed Reborn world wise, mind at rest True heart sow you, God has blessed Your soul whispers, love confessed My spirit sings
I watch Your wonders fill the sky Over the mountains, reaching high The same majesty floods my life I stand in awe Lovely, there is none more lovely
I catch you digging in my trash For stuff I've long thrown away You bring it back on a tray And I hear you wheezing in the hall Spreading gems and old
Just woke up, it's a brand new day So many things that I wanna say It's been a while since I've felt this way Everything's okay, nothing feels broken
Dear God, I wrote this letter to put my thoughts on paper Sometimes life seems like a criminal without a well planned caper I know You are the answer
There she was, time stopped when she walked by She's an angel of fashion, with her wings flown high She's the queen of everybody's social scene You know
I heard this guy say once that if I had the money then I'd buy All the happiness that money could buy I'd have ten stretch limos like a movie star And
Every day I get a little closer to The things that I wanna say with my life in no particular order I'd like to make some sort of mark So that the world