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From:
[email protected] (thomas james ronan iii)
Ride With Spanish Dances
That pencil smell,
reminds me of school.
The clock on the wall
I can no longer fool.
Time to get in my car,
been so tongue-tied and tired.
Time to trust these old tires,
time now to say good-night.
Jesus rides with me.
His world, is plain to feel.
Come on, you can be,
got yourself to steal.
He s everywhere,
sends me straight across the plain.
He s in your hair,
he ll forgive me my pain.
You re my girl, don t you show it.
To know you know is to know it.
When you can t trust yourself,
baby, trust someone else.
Jesus rides with me.
His world, is plain to feel.
Come on, you can be,
got yourself to steal.
You re my girl, don t you show it.
To know you know is to know it.
When you can t trust yourself,
baby, trust someone else.
ride with me
ride with me
ride with me
ride with me