Izzy Stradlin - Ride on

Tekst :

Say good lookin
yea real fine baby
said good lookin
watcha say maybe
u and me
sailin deep, huh
ride on baby

I heard ya been bitter
bout your old friend bitchin
if it ll make you feel better
well take a ride into the weather
u and me sailin deep, huh
ride on baby
(solo)
damn good lookin
say ya real fine baby
I m packin for a runnin
past the city limits
u and me
sailin free
u and me
ridin free
ride on baby

Inne utwory

  • River
  • Hidden track
  • Bomb
  • 117°
  • Here before you
  • The groper
  • Parasite
  • Hell song
  • Hammerhead
  • Got some news
  • Lot to learn
  • What i told you
  • Hometown
  • On down the road
  • Old hat
  • Far below me now
  • Jump in now
  • Pressure drop
  • Losowe utwory

    No use crying

    I won t let you break
    You ll live to fight another day.
    All so you feel safe
    I d take a bullet jump a speeding train.
    I kick to stay afloat and end this sad song on a happy note
    No one else came close to making my heart...

    Music (Outro)

    Has love intentionally showed me that
    He or she hides in a the melody
    We say it s hard to find, you know that love divine we re all talking about
    Well I been wasting all of my time
    Cause music is my Mr. Right
    And I know this love will love me right

    Confused my...

    Sun is shining

    Sun is shining, the weather is sweet, yeah
    Make you want to move, your dancing feet, now
    To the rescue
    Here I am
    Want you to know y`all
    Can you understand
    When the morning gather the rainbow, yeah, yeah
    Want you to know,...

    Healing waters

    Yellow moon, face of a prophet, shooting star, light of the heavens
    Shine down, shine down on our tiny enterprise
    Where do we go when all our time s been wasted
    Just keeping score on who is right or wrong - there s no reason

    Man on the moon

    Mott the Hoople and the game of Life. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
    Andy Kaufman in the wrestling match. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
    Monopoly, Twenty one, checkers, and chess. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
    Mister Fred Blassie in a breakfast mess. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
    Let s play...