Shannon McNally
Shannon McNally
Shannon McNally
Shannon McNally
Shannon McNally
Shannon McNally
Shannon McNally
Shannon McNally
Shannon McNally
Shannon McNally
Shannon McNally
Shannon McNally
Shannon McNally
Shannon McNally
Cowboys and Indians couldn’t get along
Words were said
And blood was shed
The Indians lost their home
They had to move, move
They had to move away
They had to move, move
They had to change their ways
Love is blue, love is golden
Love’s uncoloured too
Love is truth, love’s uncertain
But if you love and lose
You'll have to move, move
You'll have to move away
You'll have to move, move
You'll have to change your ways
You'll have to move, move
You'll have to move away
You'll have to move, move
You'll have to change your ways
Music really touches me
Some songs make me cry
Well, this one is for all those gone
You got to move, move
You got to move away
You got to move, move
You got to change your way
You got to move, move
You got to move away