It`s only rock`n`roll but we like it, like it, yes, we do.
music: Milan Vymazal, lyrics: Michael Agyeman
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fiogf49gjkf0d Riding Yankee highways
Guitars packed up tight
New York City`s calling someday
The future looks so bright.
You say you will be a star
Your dreams can go so far
You`ve got to keep on!
Roll on!
Stick to your Dixie ways.
And maybe you will
Fall down
Here`s what the preacher says.
They could make you a fortune
Or dry you to the bone
New York has a way with people
Who`re far away from home.
You say you`ll be a star
If you want to get far
You`ve got to keep on!
Roll on!
Stick to your Dixie ways.
And maybe you will
Fall down
Here`s what the preacher says.
Solo-guitar
You`ve got to keep on!
Roll on!
Stick to your Dixie ways.
And maybe you will
Fall down
Here`s what the preacher says.
You`ve got to keep on!
Roll on!
Stick to your Dixie ways.
And maybe you will
Fall down
Here`s what the preacher – the old man says.
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