There's not a drop of RICH MAN'S BLOOD in the puddles of this war. But the blood that's spilled's become a flood of the hungry and the poor. There is not a trace of RICH MAN'S BLOOD in the bags that hang beside the beds of legless soldiers…

There's not a drop of RICH MAN'S BLOOD in the puddles of this war. But the blood that's spilled's become a flood of the hungry and the poor. There is not a trace of RICH MAN'S BLOOD in the bags that hang beside the beds of legless soldiers…

Shows when you get fed up enough,you ain't afraid to raise hell and put a brick under it. (Icelandic national anthem-lyric)-...Oh, God of our country! Oh, our country's God! We worship Thy name in its wonder sublime. The suns of the heavens…

IMO John sounds like David Essex. :) Music: Steffen Offermann & John Green Lyrics: John Green Vocals, Lead Guitar: John Green Rhythm Guitar: Henry Mittnacht Mix & Master: Steffen Offermann

A two step in worn out boots.

A two step in worn out boots.

A two step in worn out boots.

New Computer - Just testing to see if everything works Lyrics: One kiss leads to another Down the road we go In each other’s arms Love struck, drive me crazy Hoping that you recognize My charms One kiss leads to love One kiss…

Written by Greg Connor Lyrics: Old Country Songs Wooden Chair by the window Gibson on my lap And the time I spend strumming Is never coming back The sun is shining on me Evening won’t be long I’m living in the city Singing…

Shows when you get fed up enough,you ain't afraid to raise hell and put a brick under it. (Icelandic national anthem-lyric)-...Oh, God of our country! Oh, our country's God! We worship Thy name in its wonder sublime. The suns of the heavens…