Gazing at the Moon, Howling at the Stars
I'm Gazing at the Moon, Howling at the Stars
I think I got it Backwards, But that's Ok, Cause I'm in my Back yard
It happens to be Friday Night, and I'm really Tarred
And this Hamburger Steak on this Grill is a little Charred
And the song I'm playing is a little out of Key, On my Guitar
I guess you can say, That you solved the mystery of the man
Gazing at the moon, howling at the stars
I know I can't afford to go out in a Fancy car
To the Finest restaraunt here in town that serves the finest Caviear
It happens to be Friday night and I'm really Tarred
And this Hamburger Steak on the Grill is a little Charred
And the song I'm playing is a little out of key on my guitar
I guess you can say that you solved the mystery of the man
Gazing at the moon, howling at the stars
Gazing at the moon, howling at the stars
Gazing at the moon, howling at the stars
Alan Ballard - Gazing at the Moon, Howling at the Stars Lyrics
Alan Ballard - Gazing at the Moon, Howling at the Stars Lyrics
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Gazing at the Moon, Howling at the Stars
I'm Gazing at the Moon, Howling at the Stars
I think I got it Backwards, But that's Ok, Cause I'm in my Back yard
It happens to be Friday Night, and I'm really Tarred
And this Hamburger Steak on this Grill is a little Charred
And the song I'm playing is a little out of Key, On my Guitar
I guess you can say, That you solved the mystery of the man
Gazing at the moon, howling at the stars
I know I can't afford to go out in a Fancy car
To the Finest restaraunt here in town that serves the finest Caviear
It happens to be Friday night and I'm really Tarred
And this Hamburger Steak on the Grill is a little Charred
And the song I'm playing is a little out of key on my guitar
I guess you can say that you solved the mystery of the man
Gazing at the moon, howling at the stars
Gazing at the moon, howling at the stars
Gazing at the moon, howling at the stars
I'm Gazing at the Moon, Howling at the Stars
I think I got it Backwards, But that's Ok, Cause I'm in my Back yard
It happens to be Friday Night, and I'm really Tarred
And this Hamburger Steak on this Grill is a little Charred
And the song I'm playing is a little out of Key, On my Guitar
I guess you can say, That you solved the mystery of the man
Gazing at the moon, howling at the stars
I know I can't afford to go out in a Fancy car
To the Finest restaraunt here in town that serves the finest Caviear
It happens to be Friday night and I'm really Tarred
And this Hamburger Steak on the Grill is a little Charred
And the song I'm playing is a little out of key on my guitar
I guess you can say that you solved the mystery of the man
Gazing at the moon, howling at the stars
Gazing at the moon, howling at the stars
Gazing at the moon, howling at the stars
Writer: Alan Ballard
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