Clint Eastwood Ringtones

So tenderly Your story is Nothing more Than what you see Or what you've done Or will become Standing strong Do you belong In your skin? Just wondering Gentle now The tender breeze blows Whispers through My Gran Torino Whistling another tired song Engine hums And bitter dreams grow Heart locked in a Gran Torino It beats a lonely rhythm All night long It beats a lonely rhythm All night long It beats a lonely rhythm All night long Realign all the stars Above my head Warning signs Travel far I drink instead On my own Oh, how I've known The battle scars And worn out beds Gentle now The tender breeze blows Whispers through My Gran Torino Whistling another tired song Engines hums And bitter dreams grow Heart locked in a Gran Torino It beats a lonely rhythm All night long These streets are old They shine with the things I've known And breaks through the trees They're sparkling Your world is nothing more Than all the tiny things you've left behind So tenderly Your story is Nothing more Than what you see Or what you've done Or will become Standing strong Do you belong In your skin? Just wondering Gentle now The tender breeze blows Whispers through Gran Torino Whistling another tired song Engines hum And bitter dreams grow Heart locked in a Gran Torino It beats a lonely rhythm All night long May I be so bold and stay I need someone to hold That shudders my skin They're sparkling Your world is nothing more Than all the tiny things You've left behind So realign all the stars Above my head Warning signs Travel far I drink instead On my own Oh, how I've known The battle scars And worn out beds Gentle now The tender breeze blows Whispers through Gran Torino Whistling another tired song Engines hum And bitter dreams grow Heart locked in a Gran Torino It beats a lonely rhythm All night long It beats a lonely rhythm All night long It beats a lonely rhythm All night long

I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine, in a bag I'm useless, but not for long The future is coming on I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine, in a bag I'm useless, but not for long The future is coming on It's coming on It's coming on It's coming on Yeah... Ha Ha! Finally someone let me out of my cage Now, time for me is nothing 'cause I'm counting no age Now I couldn't be there Now you shouldn't be scared I'm good at repairs And I'm under each snare Intangible Bet you didn't think so I command you to Panoramic view Look I'll make it all manageable Pick and choose Sit and lose All you different crews Chicks and dudes Who you think is really kickin' tunes? Picture you gettin' down in a picture tube Like you lit the fuse You think it's fictional Mystical? Maybe Spiritual Hero who appears in you to clear your view when you're too crazy Lifeless To know the definition for what life is Priceless For you because I put you on the hype shit You like it? Gunsmokin' righteous with one token Psychic among those Possess you with one go I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine, in a bag I'm useless, but not for long The future is coming on I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine, in a bag I'm useless, but not for long The future is coming on It's coming on It's coming on It's coming on The essence the basics Without it you make it Allow me to make this Childlike in nature Rhythm You have it or you don't that's a fallacy I'm in them Every sprouting tree Every child of peace Every cloud you see You see with your eyes I see destruction and demise Corruption in disguise From this fuckin' enterprise Now I'm sucked into your lies Through Russell, not his muscles but percussion he provides With me as a guide Y'all can see me now 'cause you don't see with your eye You perceive with your mind That's the inner So I'm gonna stick around with Russ and be a mentor Bust a few rhymes so mother fuckers Remember where the thought is I brought all this So you can survive when law is lawless Feelings, sensations that you thought were dead No squealing, remember (That it's all in your head) I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine, in a bag I'm useless, but not for long The future is coming on I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine, in a bag I'm useless, but not for long My future is coming on It's coming on It's coming on It's coming on It's coming on My future is coming on It's coming on It's coming on It's coming on It's coming on My future is coming on It's coming on It's coming on It's coming on It's coming on My future is coming on It's coming on It's coming on My future is coming on It's coming on It's coming on My future is coming on It's coming on It's coming on My future

The next train will be leaving from platform 1 Stop that train, I wanna get on My baby, she is leaving me now Stop that train, I wanna get on My baby, she is leaving me now Shalalala... (Big-a jump, eyah) Shalalala... (Oooh, yeaheah) Shalalala... (Big-a jump, eyah) Shalalala... Stop that train, I wanna get on My baby, she is leaving me now Stop that train, I wanna get on My baby, she is leaving me now Shalalala... (Big-a jump, eyah) Shalalala... (Oooh, yeaheah) Shalalala... (Big-a jump, eyah) Shalalala... 'Cause if you miss the train I'm on How did you know that I am gone? And you can hear the whistle blow five hundred miles Five hundred miles, five hundred miles Was he so damn sit on the voodoo file And you can hear the whistle blow five hundred miles Hey, mister postman, bring back my woman Hey, mister postman, bring back my woman I need, I need, I need a woman (Big-a jump, hey-a) I want, I want, I want a good one (Oh yeah, me wanna) 'Cause if you miss the train I'm on And then you'll know that I am gone And you can hear the whistle blow five hundred miles Five hundred miles, five hundred miles Was he so damn sit on the voodoo file And you can hear the whistle blow five hundred miles Hey, mister postman, bring back my woman Hey, mister postman, bring back my woman I need, I need, I need a woman (Big-a jump, hey-a) I want, I want, I want a good one (Oh yeah, me wanna) 'Cause if you miss the train I'm on And then you'll know that I am gone And you can hear the whistle blow five hundred miles Five hundred miles, five hundred miles Was he so damn sit on the voodoo file And you can hear the whistle blow five hundred miles