SWING LOW SWEET CHARIOT
Driving into Santa Fe
Dreaming of the day I'll make it mine
That day is coming
Ani DiFranco on the tape player
Thinking of the things I'd say to her if I could
But I just keep humming
Girl you've got some nerve
Taking everything that you deserve
Touching all the places that are yours
And touching all the bases as you score
Oh, Georgia O, Georgia O
Oh, Georgia O, Georgia O
I wanna be a woman like you, yeah
Found a place to call my home
It's not much but it's my own
It's mine--but I let you in
Your pictures hang on every wall
Dreaming of the day I'll make it mine
That day is coming
Ani DiFranco on the tape player
Thinking of the things I'd say to her if I could
But I just keep humming
Girl you've got some nerve
Taking everything that you deserve
Touching all the places that are yours
And touching all the bases as you score
Oh, Georgia O, Georgia O
Oh, Georgia O, Georgia O
I wanna be a woman like you, yeah
Found a place to call my home
It's not much but it's my own
It's mine--but I let you in
Your pictures hang on every wall
Lotto karamba Holly Leaves And Christmas Trees
Somewhere in, in the distant night
I hear Christmas bells
The gentle snow keeps falling down on people
Who are homeward bound
That's the WAY it's always been
The circle ever really is
Christmas seems to come and go
From the place that I don't know
Holly leaves and Christmas trees
It's that time of year
Lights aglow and mistletoe
Don't mean a thing when you're not here
As I walk, walk this lonely street
The sound of snow beneath my feet
I'll think of how, how it used to be
Holly leaves and Christmas trees
Use to mean so much to me