Fats Domino - Kansas city

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I m going to Kansas City
Kansas City here I come
I m going to Kansas City
Kansas City here I come
They got a crazy way of loving there and I m gonna get me one

I m gonna be standing on the corner
12th Street and Vine
I m gonna be standing on the corner
12th Street and Vine
With my Kansas City Baby and a bottle of Kansas City wine

Well I might take a plane I might take a train
But if I have to walk I m going just the same
I m going to Kansas City
Kansas City here I come
They got some crazy little women
there and I m gonna get me one

Inne utwory

  • Whole lotta loving
  • Three nights a week
  • Blue monday
  • You win again
  • Blueberry hill
  • All by myself
  • The fat man
  • When my dreamboat comes home
  • My blue heaven
  • Let the four winds blow
  • Valley of tears
  • Coquette
  • Dont come knockin
  • When i see you
  • Losowe utwory

    About a girl

    (I do...) I need an easy friend
    (I do...) With an ear to lend
    (I do...) Think you fit this shoe
    (I do...) Don t you have a clue?

    (Ooh...)I ll take advantage while
    (Ooh...)You hang me out to dry
    I can see you every night
    Free

    (I do...) I...

    Waiting for the day

    I m waiting for the day to do nothing wrong
    I spend my time wishing it won t be long
    Everything I do just seems a waste
    Waiting for the day
    And Monday morning comes around too soon
    And everyone I look at knows it...

    Lighthouse

    I wanna sing
    While the ocean sleeps
    I wanna feel
    what its like to be free
    I wanna to see
    what you see in me
    I wanna know how it feels to believe

    I feel lost somehow im drifting away
    Was almost gone, you brought me to life again

    so let me be your lighthouse
    and i ll help you...

    From hell they came

    In the night
    I hear their voices calling
    They seem to speak my name

    Glowin bright
    I see the eyes of demons
    Reaching out beyond the grave

    And I... Think from Hell they came
    Oh! I... Think from Hell they...

    The divine rapture

    Bewitched by the eternal rhythm of divine breath,
    perverse he smiled to the prickly knock of rain drops,
    his body was cruel like beauty, his eyes incandescent like silk.
    Transfixed by an absolute lightning of freedom,
    He freed himself in an uncensored dance.
    Possessed by a pressing desire of being, fibrillation of misleading welfare.
    Star, unreachable...