I'm gettin' tired of roamin' round
I'm gettin' tired of paintin' the town
Bright lights and blonde haired women don't thrill me
I'm gettin' tired of being lit up like a Christmas tree
I've done about everything there is to do you said it would be this way
Well believe me baby I'm all through I guess I'll come to you
Well I'm gettin' tired of roamin' round...
Gypsy
Forgive Me
In The Mood
White Christmas
Lost Highway
Santa Claus Is Coming To Town
I Can't Help It (If I'm Still in Love with You)
It Makes No Difference Now
Headin' Down The Wrong Highway
Walking The Floor Over You
When The Saints Go Marching In
I Recall a Gypsy Woman
Today
Detour
It Makes No Difference Now
In The Mood
September In The Rain
Signed, Sealed And Delivered
Warm Red Wine
Tomorrow Night