He was born in the wagon of a travllin' show. His mama would dance for the money they'd throw. Preston would do whatever he could. Preach a little gospel. Sell a couple bottles of Dr. Good.
He was born in the wagon of a travllin' show. His mama would dance for the money they'd throw. Preston would do whatever he could. Preach a little gospel. Sell a couple bottles of Dr. Good.
Hah! One of Cher’s better efforts, imo.
Yet more childish slop from a purported man who craves attention, even from delusional cultists claiming to be ‘patriots.’