I can't get rich; I can't make a living,
But I sure do something for the neighborhood women.
I wake up every morning with a knocking at my door;
You can't keep 'em waiting when they're yelling for more.
Tears In The Rain
Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas
She Loves Me
Almost Home
The Car
She Loves Me
From Here On Out
Poor Me
Home
Silent Night
Tears In The Rain
Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow
There Goes The Neighborhood
Wild Blue Yonder
The Car
Texas Size Heartache
Mr. Christmas
Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!
This Is Your Brain
John Deere Green