All Cary Swinney Lyrics
Cary Swinney - Human Masquerade | lyrnow.com
{Verse 1} The poor man plays for pleasure The rich man plays to win While the biker sheds his helmet And throws caution to the wind While the banker dreams of
Cary Swinney - Dream Song | lyrnow.com
{verse 1} There was a time I used to ride Not five days ago I died And my widow Like a butterfly Flies alone {verse 2} And
Cary Swinney - Good Ol' Sunday Morning | lyrnow.com
{Verse 1} Good ol' Sunday mornin' We hopped inside a Ford Off to our father's father's church To get ourselves some more I guess it's bound to
Cary Swinney
