Lirik Lagu If I Was The Priest - Bruce Springsteen
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
Well there's a light on yonder mountainAnd it's calling me to shineThere's a girl over by the water fountainAnd she's asking to be mineAnd ain't that Jesus, he's standing in the doorwayWith a buckskin jacket, boots and spurs, so really fineHe says "We need you up in Dodge City, son'Cause there's oh so many bad boys (just too many outlaw)Tryin' to work the same line"
Well now if Jesus was the sheriff and I were the priestIf my lady was an heiress and my mama was a thiefOh and Papa rode shotgun for the Fargo lineThere's still too many outlawsTryin' to work the same line
Now old sweet Virgin MaryShe runs the Holy Grail saloonWhere for a nickel they'll give you whiskyAnd the personally blessed balloonAnd the Holy Ghost, he's the host with the mostHe runs the burlesque showWhere they let you in for freeBut oh hit you for your soul when you goAnd Mary serves Mass on SundayAnd then she sells her body on MondayTo the bootlegger who will pay the highest priceBut he don't know he got stuck with a loserMary's a stone junkie, what's more she's a boozerAnd she's only been made once or twiceBy some kind of magic
Well things ain't been the same in HeavenEver since big bad Bobby came to townHe's been known to down elevenAnd then ask for another roundAnd me I got scabs on my kneesFrom kneeling way too longI gotta take a stand, be the man, up where you belongAnd forget about the old friends and the old timesBecause there's just too many new boysTryin' to work the same line
Well now if Jesus was the sheriff and I were the priestIf my lady was an heiress and my mama was a thiefOh and Papa rode shotgun for the Fargo lineThere's still too many bad boysTryin' to work the same line
Now there's a light on yonder mountainAnd it's calling me to shineThere's a girl by the water fountainAnd she's asking to be mineAnd Jesus, he's standing in the doorwayWith his six-guns drawn, and ready to fanHe says "We need you son, up in Dodge City"But I'm already overdue in Cheyenne
Well now if Jesus was the sheriff and I were the priestIf my lady was an heiress and my mama was a thiefOh and Papa rode shotgun for the Fargo lineThere's still too many outlawsTryin' to work the same line
Now old sweet Virgin MaryShe runs the Holy Grail saloonWhere for a nickel they'll give you whiskyAnd the personally blessed balloonAnd the Holy Ghost, he's the host with the mostHe runs the burlesque showWhere they let you in for freeBut oh hit you for your soul when you goAnd Mary serves Mass on SundayAnd then she sells her body on MondayTo the bootlegger who will pay the highest priceBut he don't know he got stuck with a loserMary's a stone junkie, what's more she's a boozerAnd she's only been made once or twiceBy some kind of magic
Well things ain't been the same in HeavenEver since big bad Bobby came to townHe's been known to down elevenAnd then ask for another roundAnd me I got scabs on my kneesFrom kneeling way too longI gotta take a stand, be the man, up where you belongAnd forget about the old friends and the old timesBecause there's just too many new boysTryin' to work the same line
Well now if Jesus was the sheriff and I were the priestIf my lady was an heiress and my mama was a thiefOh and Papa rode shotgun for the Fargo lineThere's still too many bad boysTryin' to work the same line
Now there's a light on yonder mountainAnd it's calling me to shineThere's a girl by the water fountainAnd she's asking to be mineAnd Jesus, he's standing in the doorwayWith his six-guns drawn, and ready to fanHe says "We need you son, up in Dodge City"But I'm already overdue in Cheyenne
