David Cassidy - Warm My Soul Lyrics
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Warm My Soul
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What Are The Lyrics For Warm My Soul By David Cassidy?
Didn't we have ourselves some kind of a summer
Didn't we have ourselves some kind of a time I guess I never took the time to tell you how much I love you Now you and the road keep flashing through my mind You and the road keep flashing through my mind I caught a sunrise service on a Sunday in North Dakota Imagine you and me singing in a gospel choir Spent a rainy night on a river in Oklahoma Saw the northern lights on a Minnesota night And our souls went a little bit higher Didn't we have ourselves some kind of a summer Didn't we have ourselves some kind of a time I guess I never took the time to tell you how much I love you Oow, you and the road keep flashing through my mind You and the road keep flashing through my mind The old De Soto died on a hill It couldn't climb in Montana The kid who bought the wreck said What the heck, I'll give you a thirty five So we were on our own Had our thumbs to take us home to California By the time we made Denver With our truck drivin' friend we had wheels on fire Didn't we have ourselves some kind of a summer Didn't we have ourselves some kind of a time I guess I never took the time to tell you how much I love you Now you and the road keep flashing through my mind You and the road keep flashing through my mind You and the road, you and the road on my mind |
Who Wrote Warm My Soul By David Cassidy?
Dave Ellingson
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What's The Duration Of The Warm My Soul By David Cassidy?The duration of Warm My Soul is 3:00 minutes and seconds. |
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