Connie Smith
Stile : Country
Canzoni di Connie Smith (290)
Sunshine of my world
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Surely
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Sweet little jesus boy
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Il testo della Tell another lie
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Ten thousand and one
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Thank you for loving me
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That's all this old world needs
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Il testo della That's the way love goes
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That's what it's like to be lonesome
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That's what lonesome is
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The call
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Il testo della The key's in the mailbox
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The song we fell in love to
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The wayward wind
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The wonders you perform
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Il testo della Then and only then
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There are some things
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There goes my everything
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There'll never be another for me
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Il testo della There's something lonely in this house
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Think i'll go somewhere and cry myself to sleep
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Threshold
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Tie a yellow ribbon 'round the oild oak tree
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Il testo della Till i kissed you
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Tiny blue transistor radio
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To chicago with love
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Today i started loving you again
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Il testo della Together alone
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Too good to be true
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Too many rivers
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Testi di canzoni scritte da connie smith incluso sunshine of my world,surely,sweet little jesus boy,tell another lie,ten thousand and one,thank you for loving me,that's all this old world needs,that's the way love goes,that's what it's like to be lonesome,that's what lonesome is,the call,the key's in the mailbox,the song we fell in love to,the wayward wind,the wonders you perform,then and only then,there are some things,there goes my everything,there'll never be another for me,there's something lonely in this house,think i'll go somewhere and cry myself to sleep,threshold,tie a yellow ribbon 'round the oild oak tree,till i kissed you,tiny blue transistor radio,to chicago with love,today i started loving you again,together alone,too good to be true,too many rivers