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  • liketohike
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    @ STOP RIGHT THERE...
    I gotta know right now... That deal with the devil didn't last long...I have no phone! Guess who just got back today? Those wild-eyed boys that had been away Haven't changed, haven't much to say But man, I still think those cats are great They were asking if you were around How you was, where you could be found I told them you were living downtown Driving all the old men crazy The boys are back in town You know the chick that used to dance a lot Every night she'd be on the floor shaking what she'd got Man when I tell you she was cool, she was red hot I mean she was steaming That night over at Johnny's place Well this chick got up and she slapped Johnny's face Man we just fell about the place If that chick don't want to know, forget her Friday night they'll be dressed to kill Down at Dino's bar and grill The drink will flow and blood will spill If the boys want to fight, you'd better let them That jukebox in the corner blasting out my favorite song The nights are getting warmer, it won't be long It won't be long till summer comes Now that the boys are here again The boys are back in town This day is taking forever! Even though Im staying busy... Ever heard of Jake's Leg? They are a Dead tribute band that are opening up the show. And on another note, have you ever heard of "Rare Visions and Roadside Revelations"?
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    @a great day for a ball game.....
    OK, here we go, we got a real pressure cooker going hereTwo down, nobody on, no score, bottom of the ninth There's the windup, and there it is, a line shot up the middle Look at him go. This boy can really fly! He's rounding first and really Turning it on now, he's not letting up at all, he's gonna try for Second; the ball is bobbled out in center, and here comes the Throw, and what a throw! He's gonna slide in head first, here he Comes, he's out! No, wait, safe-safe at second base, this kid Really makes things happen out there. Batter steps up to the Plate, here's the pitch-he's going, and what a jump he's got He's trying for third, here's the throw, it's in the dirt-safe at Third! Holy cow, stolen base! He's taking a pretty big lead out There, almost daring him to try and pick him off. The pitcher Glances over, winds up, and it's bunted, bunted down the third Base line, the suicide squeeze is on! Here he comes, squeeze Play, it's gonna be close, holy cow, I think he's gonna make it!
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    Yep, super long Labor day weekend! And to start it off tomorrow is the Dead tribute night at the ballgame which is ahem...SOLD OUT! OH YEAH!!! a stadium full of Deadheads! reminds me of.... Shit we're almost two months out. I said hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah (I said hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah) I said a hey, a hey, hey, yeah (I said a hey, a hey, hey, yeah) A come on everybody take a trip with me, well Down the Mississippi down to New Orleans They got a honeysuckle growing on a honeysuckle vine And love is a blooming there all the time Well every southern belle is a Mississippi queen Down the Mississippi down to New Orleans I said hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah (I said hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah) I said a hey, hey, hey, yeah (I said a hey, hey, hey, yeah) A come on take a stroll down to Basin street Listen to the music with that Dixieland beat Well the magnolia blossoms fill the air Whoa,whoa, and you ain't been to heaven till you been down there They got French moss hangin from a big oak tree Get outta here Jimmy Vaughan take it! I said hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah (I said hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah) I said a hey, hey, hey, yeah (I said a hey, hey, hey, yeah) Come on everybody take a trip with me (whoo!) Down the Mississippi down to New Orleans, yeah, yeah. With a honeysuckle hanging on a honeysuckle vine Well love is blooming there all the time Every southern belle is a Mississippi queen Down the Mississippi down to New Orleans Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Come on take a stroll down to Basin street Listen to the music with the dixieland beat, yeah I say, the magnolia blossoms fill the air And you ain't been to heaven if you ain't been there. Honeysuckle hanging from a hollow tree Down in Mississippi down in New Orleans Well, I said Hey, hey, hey, yeah (Hey, hey, hey, yeah) I said a look out John, hey, yeah, yeah ( I said a look out John hey, yeah, yeah) Bonne Nuit!
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    @Let the Saints Come Marching In.....
    And I leave you with this, so jealous that your hump day is your Friday.....enjoy.... Gold coast slave ship bound for cotton fields Sold in a market down in New Orleans Scarred old slaver knows he's doing alright Hear him whip the women just around midnight Brown sugar how come you taste so good? Brown sugar just like a young girl should Drums beating, cold English blood runs hot Lady of the house wonderin' where it's gonna stop House boy knows that he's doing alright You shoulda heard him just around midnight Brown sugar how come you taste so good, now? Brown sugar just like a young girl should, now Ah, get along, brown sugar how come you taste so good, baby? Ah, got me feelin' now, brown sugar just like a black girl should I bet your mama was a tent show queen And all her boyfriends were sweet sixteen I'm no schoolboy but I know what I like You shoulda heard me just around midnight Brown sugar how come you taste so good, baby? Ah, brown sugar just like a young girl should, yeah I said yeah, yeah, yeah, woo How come you... how come you taste so good? Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo Just like a... just like a black girl should Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo
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    This was a nice impromptu tribute to The City of Nouveau Orleans around the anniversary of the devestation of Katrina. Man, do you know what it means to miss New Orleans Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans And miss it each night and day I know I’m not wrong, this feeling's gettin' stronger The longer, I stay away Miss them moss covered vines, the tall sugar pines Where mockin' birds used to sing And I'd like to see that lazy Mississippi Hurryin' into spring Oh the moonlight on the bayou A creole tune that fills the air I dream about Magnolias in bloom And I'm wishin' I was there Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans Since that's where you left your heart And there's something more, I miss the one I care for More than I miss New Orleans
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    beautiful song selection, makes me weak in the knees..... Poco's music was overlooked at times, especially when they went mainstream.....those songs hold the test of time though...... This time I'm walkin' to New Orleans I'm walkin' to New Orleans I'm gonna need two pair-a shoes When I get through walkin' these blues When I get back to New Orleans I've got my suitcase in my hand Now ain't that-a shame? I'm leavin' here today Yes, I'm goin' back home to stay Yes, I'm walkin' to New Orleans Ya used to be my honey 'Till you spent all my money No use for you to cry I'll see you by and by 'Cause I'm walkin' to New Orleans I've got no time for talkin' I've got to keep on walkin' New Orleans is my home That's the reason why I'm goin' Yes, I'm walkin' to New Orleans I'm walkin' to New Orleans I'm walkin' to New Orleans I'm walkin' to New Orleans.
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    @ City with Soul
    I can only imagine...I've watched many a PBS special on the subject with interviews of residents still trying to pick up the pieces. There is something different in the air down there... I need to make it there at some point... In the heart of the night In the cool southern rain There's a full moon in sight Shining down on the Pontchartrain And the river she rises Just like she used to do She's so full of surprises She reminds me of you In the heart of the night In the heart of the night In the heart of the night Oh, whoa, down in New Orleans There's a night bird singing Right on through till the dawn And the streets are still ringing With people carrying on It's been so long waiting Just to be here again Anticipating All the time I could spend In the heart of the night In the heart of the night In the heart of the night And I trust in your love never falling down I trust in your love Just like I do in this town Whoa, never falling down Whoa, never falling down In the heart of the night In the cool fallin' rain There's a full moon in sight Shining down on the Pontchartrain And the river she rises Just like she used to do She's so full of surprises Oh, momma, she reminds me of you Right here, in the heart of the night In the heart of the night In the heart of the night Down in New Orleans And I'm so glad to be back in New Orleans Please don't wake me, don't shake me If it's only, if it's only just a dream It's the only place I can face that feels so right Below that Dixie moon and loving you In the heart of the night
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    2013 did a trip to the big easy, used public transportation....trollies and buses to navigate the city. Did the NO Jazz Festival as well as Garden District, Bourbon and Frenchmen Streets.....and some bad ass swamp tour in a hydroplane.... Took a bus to the 9th Ward over the objections of the driver....saw the tragedy and devastation at that time 8 years Katrina removed. it wasn't racism, it was anger and frustration over having lost their life's memories....that will stay with me forever..... Ridin' on the City of New Orleans Illinois Central Monday morning rail Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail All along the southbound odyssey the train pulls out of Kankakee And rolls along past houses farms and fields Passing trains that have no name and freight yards full of old black men And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles Good morning, America. How are you? Say, don't you know me? I'm your native son I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done Dealin' cards with the old men in the club car Penny a point, ain't no one keepin' score Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle And feel the wheels rumbling 'neath the floor And the sons of Pullman porters and the sons of engineers Ride their fathers' magic carpet made of steel Mothers with their babes asleep rockin' to the gentle beat And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel Good morning, America. How are you? Say, don't you know me? I'm your native son I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done Night time on the City of New Orleans changing cars in Memphis Tennessee Halfway home we'll be there by morning Through the Mississippi darkness rolling down to the sea And all the towns and people seem to fade into a bad dream And the steel rails still ain't heard the news The conductor sings his songs again the passengers will please refrain This train has got the disappearing railroad blues Good morning, America. How are you? Say, don't you know me? I'm your native son I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done I am going back.....best weeks vacation spent.....ever......
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    It is a bit unrealistic...Ive been through most of the different hoods around the city, during the day and night and wasn't afraid. Been to funerals deep in the hood where I was the only caucasian. Been in and around East St. Louis AKA East Boogie without issue. However, some friends and I received a police escort out of South Chicago when we got lost searching for hotdogs and pizza. Kept tellin the driver to stop heading south...We got out to go get the food and the shop owners looked at us like what the hell are you doing here. When we returned to the car witht he food we were rushed by a group of plain-clothed officers with their guns drawn. We put our hands full of plates of food in the air... They were like you gotta get out of here, follow us... Ten damn days And all I got to show for it is shoes and shows and chauffeurs with road rage Still the same damn ad-lib: IGH!, always Still gotta letterman, no practice Still gotta burner man, no lacking Still outtin Jams nigga, no Jackson No Jordan and we toe-tagging I'll take you to land, where the lake made of sand And the milk don't pour and the honey don't dance And the money ain't yours Now it's just a red pill, Got a blue and a hand full of Advils I'm the new Nitty, fuck it Nitty the the old me So I'm a tell the buyer what Nitty told me [Hook 1:] I got that Mmm Mmm I got that God damn I'm yo pusha man I'm yo, I'm yo pusha man Pimp slapping, toe taggin I'm just tryna fight the man I'm yo pusha man I'm yo, I'm yo pusha man [x2] [Verse 2:] You a laaaaaaaame, and your bitch break down my weed sometimes See my face in the streets, in the tweets And a Reader or a Redeye if you read Sun-Times She got blisters on her knees, she's a fiend for the D Even though I only beat one time One time it was one two times It was two plus me equals threesome time Shouts out to Nate, I jackball and I bop, I flex Got neck from all these thots I sex Rastafari them shottas yes House safari, mi casa, yes Poppy fields of that popeye She came to party, she popped a Molly Said "come to papa", she said "papa, yes" [Hook 1] [Hook 2:] I've been riding around with my blunt on my lips With the sun in my eyes, and my gun on my hip Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz But a lotta niggas dying, so my 9 with the shits [x2] [Verse 3:] Move to the neighborhood, I bet they don't stay for good, watch Somebody'll steal daddy's rollie, and call it the neighborhood watch Pray for a safer hood when my paper good, watch Captain save the hood, hood savior, baby boy, still get ID'd for swishers Mama still wash my clothes, still with Save Money militia I'm a still watch my bros Trapped in the middle of the map, with a little bitty rock And a little bit of rap That with a literary knack and a little shitty Mac And like literally jack [Hook 2] [Verse 4:] They murking kids, they murder kids here Why you think they don't talk about it? They deserted us here Where the fuck is Matt Lauer at? Somebody get Katie Couric in here Probably scared of all the refugees, look like we had a fucking hurricane here They be shooting whether it's dark or not, I mean the days is pretty dark a lot Down here it's easier to find a gun than it is to find a fucking parking spot No love for the opposition, specifically a cop position, Cause they've never been in our position Getting violations for the nation, correlating, you dry snitching [Hook 2] [Breakdown:] I know you scared, you should ask us if we scared, too. I know you scared, me too. I know you scared, you should ask us if we scared, too. If you was there, then we just knew you'd care, too. [Verse 5:] It just got warm out, this this shit I've been warned about. I hope that it storm in the morning, I hope that it's pouring out. I hate crowded beaches, I hate the sound of fireworks. And I ponder what's worse between knowing it's over and dying first. Cause everybody dies in the summer. Wanna say ya goodbyes, tell them while it's spring. I heard everybody's dying in the summer, so pray to God for a little more spring. I know you scared, you should ask us if we scared, too. If you was there, then we just knew you'd care, too.
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    I don't think so, homey don't play dat.....I been to Compton.....I been to Bed Stuy and Harlem in the 70's.... Finally out the motherfuckin C-P-T Off to other cities and shit No longer just an underground hit Movin thangs... a local nigga made good And made a name off of making tapes for niggaz in the hood And now, let me tell a little story About the places that I been to and the shit that I been through Like fightin and shootouts and bangin and shit All because a nigga made a hit, check it Nineteen-ninety-one, it was double or nothin that a nigga would hit Then we broke out with the funky shit About bitches and niggaz and gettin drunken off that bud I was doing the shit they hadn't heard of But foolish was I to think that it wasn't no other cities like this And that they didn't like this That Compton was the home of a foot in yo ass Where you got blast And now that's just a thing of the past Let me tell ya why firsthand, we did a show up in Oak-land And niggaz was kickin up sand, to them bangin ain't nothin new And slangin ain't nothin new And for every nigga we done shot They done shot two Straight through and on since the sixties before I was born Families of young niggaz mourn So I'm just letting you know That if ya plan to take a trip to the bay Keep your hand on the clip Becaue Oakland... Yeah, I'm telling y'all Oakland... Moving on to St. Louis, where thecountry is fucked With gold teeth int hey mouth, but they still know what's up Where it's hot as a motherfucker Hot enough to make ya cuss That's why I kept my ass on the bus But later on, whenit cooled off we came down and met a couple of friends Who put us up on the St. Louis cap The Smith Center, with Big Bob, Little Steve, Tojo, Biss and Rich and a couple of bitches Then they took us to a man named Gus in a store He put me down with a herringbone and shoes galore That's when I started thinking that this wasn't like home But then they had to prove me wrong Cuz later that night after we did the show We went back to the afterset, and wouldn't ya know Yeah, Bloods and Crips start scrappin and shootin -- in Missouri? Damn, how could this happen? Now St. Louis... Yeah y'all, St. Louis... I don't think they know, they too crazy for their own good They need to stop watchin that "Colors" and "Boyz in the Hood" Too busy claimin Sixties, tryin to be raw And never ever seen the Shaw But now, back to the story that I'm tellin We packed up the tour bus one more time and started bailin When we arrived I saw red and blue sweatsuits When I'm thinkin bout horse dookey and cowboy boots I guess Texas ain't no different from the rest And San Antonio, was just waitin to put us to the test And before it was over the shit got deep A nigga got shot in the face, and was dead in the street Then they came in the club thinkin of scrappin Little did they know that we was packin Yeah, we was puttin em down and squaring the rest, shit I even had to wear the bulletproof vest Now San Antonio... Yeah, San Antonio... After a month on the road We came home and I can safely say That L.A. is a much better place to stay How could a bunch of niggaz in a town like this Have such a big influence on niggaz so far away? But still my story ain't over cuz I got one more to tell And the people of Colorado, they know it well It was all in the news and if you don't remember I had this show I did in Denver With a punk ass promoter in a bunk ass skating rink Bitches was loving it, but niggaz was shovin and shit To the front of the stage to throw their gang signs But I'm getting paid so I didn't pay it no mind Then I poured out my brew onto their face and chest then they start throwin soda, and fuckin up my guests When it was over two niggaz needed stitches Got cracked in they jaw for being punk ass bitches Now Denver... Yeah y'all, Denver... And ya know that Oakland... Yeah y'all St. Louis... Uh-huh, San Antonio... Yeah, and Denver... I thought ya knew...
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Iron-clad feather-feet pounding the dust An October's day, towards evening Sweat embossed veins standing proud to the plough Salt on a deep chest seasoning Last of the line at an honest day's toil Turning the deep sod under Flint at the fetlock, chasing the bone Flies at the nostrils plunder. The Suffolk, the Clydesdale, the Percheron vie with the Shire on his feathers floating Hauling soft timber into the dusk to bed on a warm straw coating. Heavy Horses, move the land under me Behind the plough gliding --- slipping and sliding free Now you're down to the few And there's no work to do The tractor's on its way. Let me find you a filly for your proud stallion seed to keep the old line going. And we'll stand you abreast at the back of the wood behind the young trees growing To hide you from eyes that mock at your girth, and your eighteen hands at the shoulder And one day when the oil barons have all dripped dry and the nights are seen to draw colder They'll beg for your strength, your gentle power your noble grace and your bearing And you'll strain once again to the sound of the gulls in the wake of the deep plough, sharing. Standing like tanks on the brow of the hill Up into the cold wind facing In stiff battle harness, chained to the world Against the low sun racing Bring me a wheel of oaken wood A rein of polished leather A Heavy Horse and a tumbling sky Brewing heavy weather. Bring a song for the evening Clean brass to flash the dawn across these acres glistening like dew on a carpet lawn In these dark towns folk lie sleeping as the heavy horses thunder by to wake the dying city with the living horseman's cry At once the old hands quicken --- bring pick and wisp and curry comb --- thrill to the sound of all the heavy horses coming home.
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I'M JUST A LONESOME L.A. COWBOY, HANGIN' OUT, HANGIN' ON TO YOUR WINDOW LEDGE, CALLIN' YOUR NAME FROM MIDNIGHT UNTIL DAWN I BEEN SMOKIN' DOPE, SNORTIN' COKE, TRYIN' TO WRITE A SONG FORGETTIN' EVERYTHING I KNOW ‘TIL THE NEXT LINE COMES ALONG FORGETTIN' EVERYTHING I KNOW ‘TIL THE NEXT LINE COMES ALONG THERE’S SO MANY PRETTY PEOPLE IN THE CITY, I SWEAR SOME OF THEM ARE GIRLS I MEET'EM DOWN AT BARNEY'S BEANERY WITH THEIR PLATFORM HEELS AND SPIT CURLS I BUY'EM DRINKS, WE SMOKE OUR HOPES TRY TO MAKE IT ONE MORE NIGHT BUT WHEN I’M LEFT ALL ALONE AT LAST I FEEL LIKE I'LL DIE FROM FRIGHT REPEAT CHORUS: WELL, I KNOW CHRIS AND RITA, AND MARTY MULL ARE MEETING AT THE TROUBADOUR WE'LL GET IT ON WITH THE JOY OF COOKING WHILE THE CROWD CRYS OUT FOR MORE ‘ROUND SIX O'CLOCK THIS MORNING I'LL BE GETTIN' KIND OF SLOW WHEN ALL THE SHOWS ARE OVER, HONEY, TELL ME, WHERE DO YOU THINK I GO?
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Jessie went away last summer, a couple of months ago. After all our time together, it was hard to see her go. She called me right up when she arrived, asked me one more time to come, but living on an LA freeway ain't my kind of having fun. I think I'd rather be a cowboy, I think I'd rather ride the range. I think I'd rather be a cowboy than to lay me down in love and lady's chains. When we were just beginning, it was such an easy way. Laying back up in the mountains making love for sunny days. She got tired of picking daisies and cooking my meals for me, she can live the life she wants to, yes, it's all right with me. I think I'd rather be a cowboy, I think I'd rather ride the range. I think I'd rather be a cowboy than to lay me down in love and lady's chains. I'd rather live on the side of a mountain than wander through canyons of concrete and steel. I'd rather laugh in the rain and sunshine and lay down my sundown in some starry field. Oh, but I miss her in the morning when I awake alone. The absence of her laughter is a cold and empty sound. But her memory always makes me smile and I want you to know, I love her, yes I love her just enough to let her go. I think I'd rather be a cowboy, I think I'd rather ride the range. I think I'd rather be a cowboy than to lay me down in love and lady's chains. I think I'd rather be a cowboy, I think I'd rather ride the range. I think I'd rather be a cowboy than to lay me down in love and lady's chains.
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Are there any morereal cowboys Left out in these hills? Will the fire hit the iron One more time? And will one more dusty pick-up Coming rolling down the road With a load of feed before the sun gets high? Well, I hope that working cowboy never dies. Not the one that's snortin' cocaine When the honky-tonk's all closed But the one that prays for more rain Heaven knows That the good feed brings the money And the money buys the clothes Not the diamond sequins shining on TV But the kind the working cowboy really needs. Are there any more country families Still working hand in hand Trying hard to stay together And make a stand? While the rows and rows of houses Come creepin' up on the land Where the cattle graze and an old grey barn still stands Are there any more real cowboys in this land? Are there any more real cowboys in this land?
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An old cowboy went ridin out one dark and windy day Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw Plowin through the ragid skies and up a cloudy draw Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky For he saw the riders comin hard and he heard their mournful cries Yippie i ohhh ohh ohh Yippie i aye ye ye Ghost riders in the sky Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred Their shirts all soaked with sweat He's ridin hard to catch that herd But he aint caught em yet Cause they got to ride forever in that range up in the sky On horses snortin fire as they ride on hear their cries As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name 'if you wanna save your soul from hell a-ridin on our range Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride Tryin to catch the devil's herd across these endless skies Yippie i ohhh oh oh Yippie i aye ye ye Ghost riders in the sky Ghost riders in the sky Ghost riders in the sky
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Giddy Up gal..... Well I'm sittin' down in San Anton' Waiting on an eight o'clock train My woman left me here last night Things ain't been quite the same I gotta get back to Dallas And tie up a few loose ends I'm gonna work a week make a hundred dollars Aw and hit the road again So I don't want you to think That you're the first one To leave me out here on my own Cause this ain't gonna be the first time This ol' cowboy spent the night alone Now honey I've been a fool but a bigger fool I can't remember when I've been Just to open up my heart And let you walk right in Now there's one thing in this life Ain't hard for me to do That's as soon as I kiss the lips of another woman I'm gonna forget all about you So I don't want you to think That you're the first one To leave me out here on my own No this ain't gonna be the first time This ol' cowboy spent the night alone [Solo] If you wrote all the woman's names down I know And let me pick one out I don't think there'd be one in the whole bunch Aw I'd give a hoot about So I don't want you to think That you're the first one To leave this ol' boy out here on his own Cause this ain't gonna be the first time This ol' cowboy spent the night alone No this ain't gonna be the first time This ol' cowboy spent the night alone
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This morning I woke up aloneI spent the day time on my own Lots of people have come and gone To hear a cowboy sing an old time song Oh babe, I love you so This here is the only thing I know It ain't right and it ain't wrong To hear a cowboy sing an old time song Last night I sat till closing time Thinking of the things that crossed my mind You were the one I was thinking of I guess it must be that I'm just in love Oh babe, I love you so This here is the only thing I know It ain't right, it ain't wrong To hear a cowboy sing an old time song I hope they play this song of mine On the jukebox for a dime Then if you leave 'cause something's wrong You'll hear your cowboy sing an old time song Oh babe, I love you so This here is the only thing I know It ain't right and it ain't wrong To hear a cowboy sing an old time song To hear a cowboy sing an old time song
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I am just a cowboy lonesome on the trailA starry night, a campfire light The coyote call, the howling winds wail So I ride out to the old sundown I am just a cowboy lonesome on the trail Lord, I'm just thinking about a certain female The nights we spent together riding on the range Looking back it seems so strange Roll me over and turn me around Let me keep spinning till I hit the ground Roll me over and let me go Running free with the buffalo I was took in Texas I did not know her name Lord, all these southern girls seem the same Down below the border in a town in Mexico I got my job busting broncs for the rodeo Roll me over and turn me around Let me keep spinning till I hit the ground Roll me over and let me go Riding in the rodeo Roll me over and set me free The cowboy's life is the life for me
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I wanna be a cowboy's sweetheart I wanna learn to rope and ride I wanna ride through the plains and the desert Out west of the Great Divide I wanna hear the coyotes singing As the sun sets in the west I wanna be a cowboy's sweetheart That's the life I love the best [yodeling] I wanna ride Old Paint Moving at a run I wanna feel the wind in my face A thousand miles away from all Movin' at a cowhand's pace I want to pillow my head Beneath the open sky As the sun sets in the west I wanna strum my guitar and yodel-le-hee-hee That's the life I love the best [yodeling] [Musical Interlude] YEE-HAW!!!
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Hey Eddie where's you at? Baby hold on to me Whatever will be, will be The future is ours to see So baby hold on to me Baby, what's these things You've been sayin' about me Behind my back Is it true you might want a better life Is it true you think These things are lies, now think about it baby I'm gonna take you to the top So baby hold on to me whatever will be, will be (cause) The future is ours to see When you hold on to me Hey-ey baby You know the future's lookin' brighter Every morning' when i get up Don't be thinkin' 'bout what's not enough,now baby Just be thinkin' 'bout what we got think of all my love, now I'm gonna give you all I got So baby hold on to me Whatever will be, will be the future is our to see When you hold on to me Oh-oh, rich man,poor man, now Really don't mean all that much Mama's always told you, girl That money can't buy you love So baby hold on to me Whatever will be, will be The future is ours to see When you hold on to me Yeah,eh Baby hold on to me Whatever will be, will be The future is ours to see When you hold on to me I say Uh! Hold on Uh- hu! Hold on to me tighter I'm never gonna leave ya now Can't you please belive now Never gonna let you go So hold on to me tighter Baby hold on to me Whatever will be , will be The future is ours to see When you hold on to me (Baby) Baby hold on to me (Baby) Whatever will be , will be (Baby) the future is ours to see (Baby) When you hold on to me Hold on!
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When I was just a little girl I asked my mother, "What will I be? Will I be pretty, will I be rich?" Here's what she said to me "Que Sera, Sera, Whatever will be, will be The future's not ours to see Que Sera, Sera What will be, will be" When I grew up, and fell in love I asked my sweetheart, "What lies ahead? Will we have rainbows, day after day?" Here's what my sweetheart said "Que Sera, Sera Whatever will be, will be The future's not ours, to see Que Sera, Sera What will be, will be" Now I have children of my own They ask their father, "What will I be Will I be handsome, will I be rich?" I tell them tenderly "Que Sera, Sera Whatever will be, will be The future's not ours, to see Que Sera, Sera What will be, will be"
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Mother, you had me but I never had youI wanted you, you didn't want me So I, I just gotta tell you Goodbye, goodbye Father, you left me but I never left you I needed you, you didn't need me So I, I just gotta tell you Goodbye, goodbye Children, don't do what I have done I couldn't walk and I tried to run So I, I just gotta tell you Goodbye, goodbye [4x] Mamma, don't go Daddy, come home
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Your mama don't dance And your daddy don't rock and roll Your mama don't dance And your daddy don't rock and roll When evening comes around And it's time to go to town Where do you go To rock and roll Well, the old folks say That ya gotta end your date by ten If you're out on a date And you bring it home late it's a sin You know there's no excusin' You know you're gonna lose and never win I'll play it again And it's all because Your mama don't dance And your daddy don't rock and roll Your mama don't dance And your daddy don't rock and roll When evening comes around And it's time to go to town Where do you go To rock and roll You pull into a drive-in And find a place to park You hop into the backseat Where you know it's nice and dark You're just about to move in, Thinkin' it's a breeze There's a light in your eyes And then a guy says "Out of the car, Longhair" "Louise, you're comin' with me And no more movies" And it's all because Your mama don't dance And your daddy don't rock and roll Your mama don't dance And your daddy don't rock and roll When evening comes around And it's time to go to town Where do you go To rock and roll Where do you go To rock and roll Where do you go To rock and roll
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One of these days, you know it won't be long,you'll look for me and baby I'll be long gone I'll be down the road You'll look for me, but me you won't see Yeah, one of these days, you know the time is near, you'll look for me, but baby I won't be here I'm gonna be long gone You'll look for me, but me you won't see Yeah, one of these days, you're gonna wake up and find, this lonesome boy has changed his cotton-picking mind He's gonna be long gone You'll look for he, but he you won't see Long gone! Long gone! Long gone! Long gone! You'll look for me, and me you won't see
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Mmmnnnnmmmmmm dup dup mmmnnnnmmmmm Bom-ba-dee-da-Bom-ba-dee-da Happy Trails to you, Until we meet again, Happy trails to you, Keep smiling on til then Who (Oooh) cares about the clouds when we're together Just (Aaah) sing a song an' think bout sunny weather ...two...three Happy Trails to you, Til we meet again Enjoy the weekend!
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...and with Daydreamers around, no worries! When I get older losing my hair Many years from now Will you still be sending me a valentine Birthday greetings, bottle of wine? If I'd been out till quarter to three Would you lock the door? Will you still need me, will you still feed me When I'm sixty-four? You'll be older too And if you say the word I could stay with you I could be handy, mending a fuse When your lights have gone You can knit a sweater by the fireside Sunday mornings go for a ride Doing the garden, digging the weeds Who could ask for more? Will you still need me, will you still feed me When I'm sixty-four? Every summer we can rent a cottage in the Isle of Wight If it's not too dear We shall scrimp and save Grandchildren on your knee Vera, Chuck & Dave Send me a postcard, drop me a line Stating point of view Indicate precisely what you mean to say Yours sincerely, wasting away Give me your answer, fill in a form Mine for evermore Will you still need me, will you still feed me When I'm sixty-four? Ho!
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Sarge cue it up..... On three.....one, two, three..... They say it's your birthday It's my birthday too, yeah They say it's your birthday We're gonna have a good time I'm glad it's your birthday Happy birthday to you Ah Ah Ah Come on Come on Yes we're going to a party party Yes we're going to a party party Yes we're going to a party party I would like you to dance (Birthday) Take a cha-cha-cha-chance (Birthday) I would like you to dance (Birthday) Dance yeah Oh Come on I would like you to dance (Birthday) Take a cha-cha-cha-chance (Birthday) I would like you to dance (Birthday) Oh dance! Dance They say it's your birthday Well it's my birthday too, yeah They say it's your birthday We're gonna have a good time I'm glad it's your birthday Happy birthday to you HAPPY BIRTHDAY GEOGRANDPOOBAHMEISTER,,,,,,,,
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Boy it's all or nothing here in STL. We went from September to November in about two weeks. These overcast bleak days are already killing me! I need a sunlamp. Winter is here again oh Lord, Haven't been home in a year or more I hope she holds on a little longer Sent a letter on a long summer day Made of silver, not of clay I've been runnin' down this dusty road [Chorus:] Wheel in the sky keeps on turnin' I don't know where I'll be tomorrow Wheel in the sky keeps on turnin' I've been trying to make it home Got to make it before too long I can't take this very much longer I'm stranded in the sleet and rain Don't think I'm ever gonna make it home again The mornin' sun is risin' It's kissing the day [Chorus] Wheel in the sky keeps on turnin' I don't know where I'll be tomorrow Wheel in the sky keeps on turnin'
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Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy, sunshine in my eyes can make me cry.Sunshine on the water looks so lovely, sunshine almost always makes me high. If I had a day that I could give you, I'd give to you the day just like today. If I had a song that I could sing for you, I'd sing a song to make you feel this way. Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy, sunshine in my eyes can make me cry. Sunshine on the water looks so lovely, sunshine almost always makes me high. If I had a tale that I could tell you, I'd tell a tale sure to make you smile. If I had a wish that I could wish for you, I'd make a wish for sunshine for all the while. Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy, sunshine in my eyes can make me cry. Sunshine on the water looks so lovely, sunshine almost always makes me high. Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy, sunshine in my eyes can make me cry. Sunshine on the water looks so lovely, sunshine almost always makes me high.
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You are the sunshine of my life That's why I'll always be around, You are the apple of my eye, Forever you'll stay in my heart I feel like this is the beginning, Though I've loved you for a million years, And if I thought our love was ending, I'd find myself drowning in my own tears You are the sunshine of my life, That's why I'll always stay around, You are the apple of my eye, Forever you'll stay in my heart You must have known that I was lonely, Because you came to my rescue, And I know that this must be heaven, How could so much love be inside of you? You are the sunshine of my life, yeah, That's why I'll always stay around, You are the apple of my eye, Forever you'll stay in my heart [Background] Love has joined us, Love has joined us, Let's think sweet love
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Hey babe, what's in your eyes?I saw them flashing like airplane lights You fill my cup, babe, that's for sure I must come back for a little more You got my heart you got my soul You got the silver you got the gold You got the diamonds from the mine Well that's all right, it'll buy some time Tell me, honey, what will I do When I'm hungry and thirsty too Feeling fooling (and that's for sure) Just waiting here at your kitchen door? Hey baby, what's in your eyes? Is that the diamonds from the mine? What's that laughing in your smile? I don't care, no, I don't care Oh babe, you got my soul You got the silver you got the gold If that's your love, just leave me blind I don't care, no, that's no big surprise
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My baby sparkle and shine Sparkle and shine Sparkle and shine My baby sparkle and shine And everyone knows she's fine She blesses all that she sees A toss of her hair and a kiss in the breeze But she don't love no one but me And I can't believe she's mine Shimmering she moves Sunlight all around her Even when she's blue Silver clouds surround her My baby sparkle and shine Sparkle and shine Sparkle and shine My baby sparkle and shine And I can't believe she's mine My baby swings down the street Big tall high heel shoes on her feet Walks by and my heart skips a beat And I'm stumblin' like a fool She give me somethin' so sweet I can't sleep y'all and I can't eat Sparks fly whenever we meet I'm breathless 'cause she's so cool Anywhere she goes I can only follow She'll be there I know When I awake tomorrow My baby sparkle and shine Sparkle and shine Sparkle and shine My baby sparkle and shine And everyone knows she's fine My baby sparkle and shine Sparkle and shine Sparkle and shine My baby sparkle and shine And everyone knows she's fine And everyone knows she's mine
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Bill Nelson is a freak....I saw Be Bop Deluxe in 1976.....unforgettable experience, they called it quits way too soon..... Out across the heavens When you're sleeping in your bed Someone turns a light on Can you feel it burn inside your head? Floating out your window On the streams of purest sound Can you see the town In midnight eiderdown? Wrapped in your dressing gown And robed in space Jet Silver and the Dolls of Venus Span the space between us with a tune Jet Silver and the Dolls of Venus Play their music, specially for you Change your faces slowly 'Til the morning warms the sky All you see is holy But to be reborn all has to die Children of past summers We are moving to the end Can you wave your hand? And have you heard the plan? It's time to tune the band Play on, play on Jet Silver and the Dolls of Venus Span the space between us with a tune Jet Silver and the Dolls of Venus Play their music, specially for you
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Freaks are cool. Long live the freaks. Like a square peg in a round hole Like a harp without it's strings Like a sailor who sails no oceans Like a bird that has no wings (Without love) I am a desert (Without love) My light is dim (Without love) I have no treasures (Without love) I cannot win Without love we are like ships in the night Without love selling our souls down the river Sailing away and forever Our pleasure is blue Like a dream that has no dreamer (Like a) Like a cloud without a sky (Like a) Like a truth with no believer (Like a) Like a mother without a child Without love I have no pleasures Without love my light is dim Without love I have no treasures Without love my chance is slim Without love we are like ships in the night Without love selling our souls down the river Sailing away and forever Our pleasure is blue
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Modern music on my radio Another station and another show If only I could let my feelings go When you're lonely and you're far away, When those steel guitars begin to play Please don't let them steal your heart away (from me) I hear the rhythm of the rain begin A shining broadcast on a silver wind And you receive these programs deep within See the mountain in the blazing sky I hear the flames sing, but I don't know why I hope that only shadows see me cry (for you) I feel like I'm falling The music is calling me away, leave today You know that I'm needing all the love that I'm leaving Here with you... A song for two
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Flaming desire, flaming desireOpen your heart to my flaming desire Love turns to lust, ice into fire Open your heart to my flaming desire How quickly, how quickly desire returns I open your hand and the weapon still burns Hold me and turn me in circles again Dance in the space between pleasure and pain Flaming desire, flaming desire Open your heart to my flaming desire Love turns to lust, ice into fire Open your heart to my flaming desire Sea creature/sex creature, woman in love A slip of the tongue or the hand in the glove Kiss me and wound me again and again Faster than beauty our beast is unchained Flaming desire, flaming desire Open your heart to my flaming desire Love turns to lust, ice into fire Open your heart to my flaming desire
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Hot in.....So hot in herre..... So hot in..... I was like, good gracious ass bodacious Flirtatcious, tryin to show faces Lookin for the right time to shoot my steam (you know) Lookin for the right time to flash them keys Then um I'm leavin, please believin Me and the rest of my heathens Check it, got it locked at the top of the four seasons Penthouse, roof top, birds I feedin No deceivin, nothin up my sleeve, no teasin I need you to get up up on the dance floor Give that man what he askin for Cuz I feel like bustin loose and I feel like touchin you And cant nobody stop the juice so baby tell me whats the use (I said) Its gettin hot in here (so hot) So take off all your clothes I am gettin so hot, I wanna take my clothes off Why you at the bar if you aint poppin the bottles What good is all the fame if you aint fuckin the models I see you drivin, sportscar, aint hittin the throttle And I be down, and do a hundred, top down and goggles Get off the freeway, exit 106 and parked it Ash tray, flip gate, time to spark it Gucci collar for dollar, got out and walked it I spit game cuz baby I cant talk it Warm, sweatin its hot up in this joint VOKAL tanktop, on at this point Your with a winner so baby you cant loose I got secrets cant leave Cancun So take it off like your home alone You know dance in front your mirror while your on the phone Checkin your reflection and tellin your best friend, like "girl I think my butt gettin big" (Nelly hang all out) Mix a little bit a ah, ah With a little bit a ah, ah (Nelly just fall out) Give a little bit a ah, ah With a little bit a ah, ah (Nelly hang all out) With a little bit a ah, ah And a sprinkle a that ah, ah (Nelly just fall out) I like it when ya ah, ah Girl, Baby make it ah, ah Stop placin, time wastin I gotta a friend with a pole in the basement (What?) I'm just kiddin like Jason (Oh) Unless you gon' do it Extra, extra eh, spread the news Nelly took a trip from the Lunner to Neptune Came back with somethin thicker than fittin in sasoons Say she like to think about cuttin in restrooms (Nelly hang all out) Mix a little bit of ah, ah With a little bit of ah, ah (Nelly just fall out) Give a little bit of ah, ah With a little bit of ah, ah (Nelly hang all out) With a little bit of ah, ah And a sprinkle of that ah, ah (Nelly just fall out) I like it when ya ah, ah Girl, Baby make it ah, ah
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Ole, ole, ole, oleOle, ole, ole, ole Ee-yessa, haha Ee-yes, girls Me mind on fire Me soul on fire, feeling hot, hot, hot Party people All around me feeling hot, hot, hot What to do on a night like this Music sweet, I can't resist We need a party song A fundamental jam So we go rum-bum-bum-bum Yeah, we rum-bum-bum-bum Feeling hot, hot, hot Feeling hot, hot, hot, oh, Lord (Me lalala, lumbumbum) Haha! See people rocking Hear people chanting, feeling hot, hot, hot Keep up this spirit Come on let's do it, feeling hot, hot, hot It's in the air, celebration time Music sweet, captivate your mind We have this party song This fundamental jam So we go rum-bum-bum-bum Yeah, we rum-bum-bum-bum Feeling hot, hot, hot Feeling hot, hot, hot, oh Lord Haha! Ole, ole, ole, ole Ole, ole, ole, ole Ole, ole, ole, ole Ole, ole, ole, ole Ee-yes, girls People in the party, hot, hot, hot People in the party, hot, hot, hot They come to the party know what they got They come to the party know what they got I'm hot, you're hot He's hot, she's hot I'm hot, you're hot He's hot, she's hot (Real hot Real hot Real hot Real hot) Haha! Oh, Lord! How you feeling? (Hot, hot, hot) How you feeling? (Hot, hot, hot) How you feeling? (Hot, hot, hot) How you feeling? (Hot, hot, hot) (Hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot) (Hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot) (Hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot) (Hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot)
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Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, with the cross of Jesus going on before. Christ, the royal Master, leads against the foe; forward into battle see his banners go! Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, with the cross of Jesus going on before. At the sign of triumph Satan's host doth flee; on then, Christian soldiers, on to victory! Hell's foundations quiver at the shout of praise; brothers, lift your voices, loud your anthems raise. Like a mighty army moves the church of God; brothers, we are treading where the saints have trod. We are not divided, all one body we, one in hope and doctrine, one in charity. Crowns and thrones may perish, kingdoms rise and wane, but the church of Jesus constant will remain. Gates of hell can never gainst that church prevail; we have Christ's own promise, and that cannot fail. Onward then, ye people, join our happy throng, blend with ours your voices in the triumph song. Glory, laud, and honor unto Christ the King, this through countless ages men and angels sing.
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I said a hip hop, Hippie to the hippie, The hip, hip a hop, and you don't stop, a rock it To the bang bang boogie, say, up jump the boogie, To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat. Now, what you hear is not a test - I'm rappin' to the beat, And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet. See, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello, To the black, to the white, the red and the brown, The purple and yellow. But first, I gotta Bang bang, the boogie to the boogie, Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie, Let's rock, you don't stop, Rock the rhythm that'll make your body rock. Well so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along, And the next on the mic is my man Hank, C'mon, Hank, sing that song! Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A, And the rest is F-L-Y, You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix, And these reasons I'll tell you why. You see, I'm six foot one, and I'm tons of fun When I dress to a T, You see, I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously. I got bodyguards, I got two big cars That definitely ain't the wack, I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunfoofed Cadillac. So after school I take a dip in the pool, Which is really on the wall, I got a colour TV, so I can see The Knicks play basketball. Hear me talk about Checkbooks, credit cards, mo' money Than a sucker could ever spend, But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum form the Rucker Not a dime 'til I made it again. Everybody go Ho-tel, Mo-tel, Whatcha gonna do today? (Say what?) 'Cos I'm a get a fly girl, Gonna get some spank n' drive off in a def OJ. Everybody go Ho-tel, Mo-tel, Holiday Inn, Say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend. Master Gee! My mellow! It's on to you, so whatcha gonna do? Well, it's on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on, The beat don't stop until the break of dawn. I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E, I said I go by the unforgettable name Of the man they call the Master Gee. Well, my name is known all over the world By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls. I'm goin' down in history As the baddest rapper there ever could be. Now I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows, The beat starts gettin' into your toes You start poppin' your fingers and stompin' your feet And movin' your body while while you're sitting in your seat And then damn! Ya start doin' the freak, I said Damn! Right outta your seat Then you throw your hands high in the air, Ya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere Ya rockin' to the beat without a care, With the sureshot MCs for the affair. Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang But I rap to the beat just the same. I got a little face, and a pair of brown eyes All I'm here to do, ladies, is hypnotize Singin' on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on, The beat don't stop until the break of dawn Singin' on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on, Like a hot buttered pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie Pop da pop pop, don't you dare stop Come alive y'all, gimme whatcha got I guess by now you can take a hunch And find that I am the baby of the bunch But that's okay, I still keep in stride, 'Cos all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind Singin' on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on, The beat don't stop until the break of dawn. Singin' on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on, Rock rock, y'all, throw it on the floor I'm gonna freak you here, I'm gona freak you there, I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere. 'Cos I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind I'll put TNT in your behind. I said One, two, three, four, come on, girls, get on the floor A-come alive, y'all, a-gimme whatcha got 'Cos I'm guaranteed to make you rock I said one, two, three, four, tell me, Wonder Mike What are you waiting for? I said a hip hop, The hippie to the hippie The hip hip a hop, and you don't stop, a rock it To the bang bang boogie, say up jump the boogie, To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat. A Skiddleebebop, we rock, scooby doo, And guess what, America, we love you 'Cos you rocked and a rolled with so much soul, You could rock 'til a hundred and one years old. I don't mean to brag, I don't mean to boast, But we like hot butter on our breakfast toast Rock it up, Baby Bubba! Baby Bubba to the boogie da bang bang da boogie To the beat, beat, it's unique Come on everybody and dance to the beat! [Drum break] A hip hop The hippie to the hippie the Hip hip a hop and you don't stop, rock it Rock it out, Baby Bubba to the boogie da bang bang The boogie to the boogie, the beat. I said, I can't wait 'til the end of the week When I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat And I attempt to raise your body heat. Just blow your mind, so you can't speak And do a thing but a-rock and shuffle your feet And let it change up to a dance called the freak And when you finally do come into your rhythmic beat, Reast a little while so you don't get weak. I know a man named Hank He has more rhymes than a serious bank So come on Hank, sing that song, To the rhythm of the boogie, the bang bang da bong! Well, I'm Imp the Dimp, the ladies' pimp, The women fight for my delight. But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs That shock the house for the young ladies And when you come inside, into the front, You do the freak, spank, and do the bump And when the sucker MC try to prove a point, We're a treacherous trio, we're the serious joint! a-From sun to sun and from time to time I sit down and write a brand new rhyme Because they say that miracles never cease I've created a devastating masterpiece I'm gonna rock the mic 'til you can't resist, Everybody, I say it goes like this Well, I was walking home late one afternoon A reporter stopped me for an interview She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables That I'm vicious on the mic and the turntable This young reporter I did adore, So I rocked some vicious rhymes like I never did before She said, "Damn, fly guy, I'm in love with you The Casanova legend must have been true" I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?" Said, "I go by name of Lois Lane And you could be my boyfriend, you surely can, Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman." I said, "He's a fairy, I do suppose Flyin' through the air in pantyhose He may be very sexy, or even cute, But he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit," I said, "You need a man man who's got finesse And his whole name across his chest He may be able to fly all through the night, But can he rock a party 'til the early light? He can't satisfy you with his little worm, But I can bust you out with my super sperm!" I go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it, do it. An' I'm here an' I'm there, I'm Big Ban Hank, I'm everywhere Just throw your hands up in the air And party hardy like you just don't care Let's do it, don't stop, y'all, a tick tock, y'all, you don't stop! Go ho-tel, mo-tel, whatcha gonna do today? (Say what?) I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spank, drive off in a def OJ, Everybody go, "Ho-tel, mo-tel, Holiday Inn" You say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend I say skip, dive, what can I say? I can't fit 'em all inside my OJ, So I just tak half, and bust 'em out, I give the rest to Master Gee so he can shock the house It was twelve o'clock one Friday night I was rockin' to the beat and feelin' all right Everybody was dancin' on the floor Doin' all the things they never did before And then this fly girl with a sexy lean She came into the bar, she came into the scene She travelled deeper inside the room All the fellas checked out her white Sassoons She came up to the table, looked into my eyes Then she turned around and shook her behind So I said to myself, it's time for me to release My vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece And now people in the house, this is just for you A little rap to make you boogaloo Now the group you hear is called Phase Two And let me tell you somethin', we're a helluva crew Once a week, we're on the street Just to cut in the jams and look at your feet For you to party, you gotta have the moves, So we'll get right down and get you a groove For you to dance, you got to be hot So we'll get right down and make you rock Now the system's on and the girls are there You definitely have a rockin' affair But let me tell you somethin', there's still one fact And to have a party, you got to have a rap So when the party's over, you're makin' it home, And tryin' to sleep before the break of dawn And while you're sleepin', you start to dream, And thinkin' how you danced on the disco scene My name appears in your mind, Yeah, a name you know that was right on time It was Phase Two just doin' a do Rockin' you down 'cos you knew we could To the rhythm of the beat that makes you freak, Come alive girls, get on your feet To the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat To the double beat beat that makes you freak To the rhythm of the beat that says you go on On'n'on into the break of dawn Now I got a man comin' on right now He's garuanteed to throw down He goes by the name of Wonder Mike Come on, Wonder Mike, do what you like! I say a can of beer that's sweeter than honey, Like a millionaire that has no money Like a rainy day that is not wet, Like a gamblin' fiend that does not bet Like Dracula without his fangs, Like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang Like collard greens that don't taste good, Like a tree that's not made out of wood Like goin' up and not comin' down, Is just like the beat without the sound, no sound To the beat beat, you do the freak Everybody just rock and dance to the beat Have you ever went over a friends house to eat And the food just ain't no good? The macaroni's soggy, the peas are mushed, And the chicken tastes like wood So you try to play it off like you think you can By saying that you're full And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being polite He ain't finished, uh-uh, that's bull!" So your heart starts pumpin' and you think of a lie And you say that you already ate And your friend says "Man, there's plenty of food" So you pile some more on your plate While the stinky food's steamin', your mind starts to dreamin' Of the moment that it's time to leave And then you look at your plate and your chicken's slowly rottin' Into something that looks like cheese Oh so you say "That's it, I gotta leave this place I don't care what these people think, I'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous With this ugly food that stinks" So you bust out the door while it's still closed Still sick from the food you ate And then you run to the store for quick relief From a bottle of Kaopectate And then you call your friend two weeks later To see how he has been And he says, "I understand about the food, Baby Bubba, but we're still friends" With a hip hop the hippie to the hippie The hip hip a hop, a you don't stop the rockin' To the bang bang boogie Say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogie the beat I say, "Hank, can ya rock? Can ya rock to the rhythm that just don't stop? Can ya hip me to the shoobie doo?" I said, "Come on, make, make the people move!" I go to the balls and then ring the bell Because I am the man with the clientele And if ya ask me why I rock so well, A Big Bang, I got clientele And from the time I was only six years old I never forgot what I was told It was the best advice I ever had It came from my wise, dear old dad He said, "Sit down, punk, I wanna talk to you And don't say a word until I'm through Now there's a time to laugh, a time to cry A time to live and a time to die A time to break and a time to chill To act civilized or act real ill But whatever you do in your lifetime You never let an MC steal your rhyme" So from six to six 'til this very day I'll always remember what he had to say So when the sucker MCs try to chump my style I let them know that I'm versatile I got style, finesse, and a little black book That's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look But the thing that seperates you from me And that is called originality Because my rhymes are on from what you heard I didn't even bite, not a go---word And I say a little more, later on tonight So the sucker MCs can bite all night A tick a tock, y'all, a beat beat, y'all A let's rock, y'all, you don't stop Ya go, "Ho-tel, mo-tel, whatcha gonna do today?" (Say what?) Ya say, "I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spank and Drive off in a def OJ" Everybody go, "Ho-tel, mo-tel, Holiday Inn" Ya say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friends A like that, y'all, to the beat, y'all Beat beat y'all, ya don't stop! A Master Gee, my mellow It's on to you so whatcha gonna do? Well, like Johnny Carson on the Late Show A like Frankie Crocker in stereo Well like the Barkay's singin' "Holy Ghost" The sounds to throw down, they're played the most It's like my man Captain Sky Whose name he earned with his super sperm We rock and we don't stop Get off, y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got To the beat that it makes you freak And come alive, girl, get on your feet A like a Perry Mason without a case Like Farrah Fawcett without her face Like the Barkays on the mic Like gettin' down right for you tonight Like movin' your body so you don't know how Right to the rhythm and throw down Like comin' alive to the Master Gee The brother who rocks so viciously I said the age of one, my life begun At the age of two I was doin' the do At the age of three, it was you and me Rockin' to the sounds of the Master Gee At the age of four, I was on the floor Givin' all the freaks what they bargained for At the age of five I didn't take no jive With the Master Gee it's all the way live At the age of six I was a-pickin' up sticks Rappin' to the beat, my stick was fixed At the age of seven, I was rockin' in heaven Don'tcha know I went off I gotta run on down to the beat you see Gettin' right on down, makin' all the girls Just take off their clothes to the beat the beat To the double beat beat that makes you freak At the age of eight, I was really great 'Cause every night, you see, I had a date At the age of nine, I was right on time 'Cause every night I had a party rhyme Going on'n'n'on'n' on on'n'on The beat don't stop until the break of dawn A sayin' on'n'n'on'n' on on'n'on Like a hot buttered de pop pop de popcorn...
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You let me violate you, you let me desecrate youYou let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you Help me I broke apart my insides, help me I’ve got no soul to sell Help me the only thing that works for me, help me get away from myself I want to fuck you like an animal I want to feel you from the inside I want to fuck you like an animal My whole existence is flawed You get me closer to god You can have my isolation, you can have the hate that it brings You can have my absence of faith, you can have my everything Help me tear down my reason, help me its' your sex I can smell Help me you make me perfect, help me become somebody else I want to fuck you like an animal I want to feel you from the inside I want to fuck you like an animal My whole existence is flawed You get me closer to god Through every forest, above the trees Within my stomach, scraped off my knees I drink the honey inside your hive You are the reason I stay alive Ok, now I'm done, I need a cigarette.....
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Don't ask me What you know is true Don't have to tell you I love your precious heart I I was standing You were there Two worlds collided And they could never tear us apart We could live For a thousand years But if I hurt you I'd make wine from your tears I told you That we could fly 'Cause we all have wings But some of us don't know why I I was standing You were there Two worlds collided And they could never ever tear us apart
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great song from NRPS self titled....debut release.... Closing time, I will meet you at the bar..... Everyone is trying to get to the bar. The name of the bar, the bar is called Heaven. The band in Heaven plays my favorite song. They play it once again, they play it all night long. Heaven is a place where nothing ever happens. Heaven is a place where nothing ever happens. There is a party, everyone is there. Everyone will leave at exactly the same time. Its hard to imagine that nothing at all could be so exciting, and so much fun. Heaven is a place where nothing ever happens. Heaven is a place where nothing ever happens. When this kiss is over it will start again. It will not be any different, it will be exactly the same. It's hard to imagine that nothing at all could be so exciting, could be so much fun. Heaven is a place where nothing ever happens. Heaven is a place where nothing ever happens.
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Order me a double... I can tell by the look in your eyes You've been hurtin You know I'll never let you down oh, no And I'll try anything to keep it workin You gave me time to find out What my heart was lookin for And what I'm feelin inside In your eyes I want to see your love again In your eyes I never want this feeling to end It took some time to find the light But now I realize I can see the heaven in your eyes Can't you see I'm finding it hard to let go oooh All the heartaches we've been through I never really thought I'd see this love grow But you helped me see Now I know what my heart's been lookin for And what I'm feeling inside In your eyes I want to see your love again In your eyes I never want this feeling to end It took some time to find the light But now I realize I can see the heaven in your eyes We've been livin on the edge Where only the strong survive We've been livin on the edge And it's something that we just can't hide Oh this feeling inside In your eyes I want to see your love again In your eyes I never want this feeling to end It took some time to find the light But now I realize I can see the heaven in your eyes Oh yeah, I can see the heaven in your eyes Oh yeah, I can see the heaven in your eyes I can see the heaven in your eyes Heaven in your eyes oh Heaven in your eyes I can see the heaven, heaven in your eyes Heaven in your eyes Have a good evening!
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It's just another day in paradise As you stumble to your bed You'd give anything to silence Those voices ringing in your head You thought you could find happiness Just over that green hill You thought you would be satisfied But you never will- Learn to be still We are like sheep without a shepherd We don't know how to be alone So we wander 'round this desert And wind up following the wrong gods home But the flock cries out for another And they keep answering that bell And one more starry-eyed messiah Meets a violent farewell- Learn to be still Learn to be still Now the flowers in your garden They don't smell so sweet Maybe you've forgotten The heaven lying at your feet [Solo] There are so many contridictions In all these messages we send (We keep asking) How do I get out of here Where do I fit in? Though the world is torn and shaken Even if your heart is breakin' It's waiting for you to awaken And someday you will- Learn to be still Learn to be still You just keep on runnin' Keep on runnin'
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Mary had a little lamb.... The path is clear Though no eyes can see The course laid down long before. And so with gods and men The sheep remain inside their pen, Though many times they've seen the way to leave. He rides majestic Past homes of men Who care not or gaze with joy, To see reflected there The trees, the sky, the lily fair, The scene of death is lying just below. The mountain cuts off the town from view, Like a cancer growth is removed by skill. Let it be revealed. A waterfall, his madrigal. An inland sea, his symphony. Undinal songs Urge the sailors on Till lured by sirens' cry. Now as the river dissolves in sea, So Neptune has claimed another soul. And so with gods and men The sheep remain inside their pen, Until the Shepherd leads his flock away. The sands of time were eroded by The river of constant change. Happy Hump Day!!!!!
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Under suburban skiesWhere life is bleeding Where concrete skies are gray There's plenty of room for dreaming I still keep coming here Follow those traces I travel back in time Remember all those places Feels like I never left The house's still standing Down by the river where The dreams are never ending You find me, you find me You find me by the river You find me, you find me You find me where the river flows Under the silent moon This industrial city Is heartland even though The life's been not that pretty I still keep coming here To that old river To find my roots just where The future lives forever You find me, you find me You find me by the river You find me, you find me You find me, you can find me By the river Where dreams will never die And by the river Under suburban skies And by the river Where dreams have never died By the river I look through children's eyes You find me, you find me You find me by the river You find me, you find me You find me where the river flows You find me, you find me You find me by the river You find me, you find me You find me where the river flows Where the river flows Where the river flows Where the river flows
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What’s the matter with meI don’t have much to say Daylight sneakin’ through the window And I’m still in this all-night café Walkin’ to and fro beneath the moon Out to where the trucks are rollin’ slow To sit down on this bank of sand And watch the river flow Wish I was back in the city Instead of this old bank of sand With the sun beating down over the chimney tops And the one I love so close at hand If I had wings and I could fly I know where I would go But right now I’ll just sit here so contentedly And watch the river flow People disagreeing on all just about everything, yeah Makes you stop and all wonder why Why only yesterday I saw somebody on the street Who just couldn’t help but cry Oh, this ol’ river keeps on rollin’, though No matter what gets in the way and which way the wind does blow And as long as it does I’ll just sit here And watch the river flow People disagreeing everywhere you look Makes you wanna stop and read a book Why only yesterday I saw somebody on the street That was really shook But this ol’ river keeps on rollin’, though No matter what gets in the way and which way the wind does blow And as long as it does I’ll just sit here And watch the river flow Watch the river flow Watchin’ the river flow Watchin’ the river flow But I’ll sit down on this bank of sand And watch the river flow Read more: http://www.bobdylan.com/us/songs/watching-river-flow#ixzz3ntsZCYpq
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There's a photo online of Christina Ricci as Morticia that looks amazing. It's knowing that your door is always open And your path is free to walk That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag Rolled up and stashed behind your couch And it's knowing I'm not shackled By forgotten words and bonds And the ink stains that are dried upon some line That keeps you in the backroads By the rivers of my memory That keeps you ever gentle on my mind It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy Planted on their columns now that bind me Or something that somebody said Because they thought we fit together walking It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing Or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track and find That you're moving on the backroads By the rivers of my memory And for hours you're just gentle on my mind Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines And the junkyards and the highways come between us And some other woman's cryin' to her mother 'Cause she turned and I was gone I still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face And the summer sun might burn me 'til I'm blind But not to where I cannot see You walkin' on the backroads By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind I dip my cup of soup back from a gurglin' Cracklin' caldron in some train yard My beard a roughening coal pile, And a dirty hat pulled low across my face Through cupped hands 'round the tin can I pretend to hold you to my breast and find That you're waiting from the backroads By the rivers of my memories Ever smilin' ever gentle on my mind
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Think she was Wednesday in the movie remake, could be wrong, Anjelica Huston was Morticia.....if my memory serves me well.....
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what do a squirrel and Sonny Bono have in common? Both buried their nuts in a tree..... Bad joke.... Walk right in, sit right down, daddy let your mind roll on Walk right in, sit right down, honey let your hair hang down Walk right in, sit right down, honey let your hair hang down Everybody's talking 'bout a new way of walking Do you want to lose your mind? Walk right in, sit right down, honey let your hair hang down Walk right in, sit right down, baby let your hair hang down Walk right in, sit right down, daddy let your mind roll on Walk right in, sit right down, baby let your hair hang down Had to edit the lyrics, dead.net gestapo is still alive and well....
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But this was just a recent mock up photo where she changed roles. they're creepy and they're cooky, mysterious and spooky!
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With all this Addams family talk and in honor of my upcoming favorite holiday, lets start some spooky songs! I'm all dressed up with nowhere to go Walkin' with a dead man over my shoulder Waiting for an invitation to arrive Goin' to a party where no one's still alive I was struck by lightning Walkin' down the street I was hit by something last night in my sleep It's a dead man's party Who could ask for more? Everybody's comin'; leave your body at the door Leave your body and soul at the door... (Don't run away; it's only me) All dressed up with nowhere to go Walkin' with a dead man Waitin' for an invitation to arrive Walkin' with a dead man...Dead man... Got my best suit and my tie Shiny silver dollar on either eye I hear the chauffer comin' to the door Says there's room for maybe just one more... I was struck by lightning Walkin' down the street I was hit by something last night in my sleep It's a dead man's party Who could ask for more? Everybody's comin'; leave your body at the door Leave your body and soul at the door... Don't run away; it's only me Don't be afraid of what you can't see Don't run away; it's only me....
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ooooooohhhhh I'm scared, I'm scared...... Back in the day, created a cassette of spooky/corny Halloween music....turned off porch lights, lit our carved pumpkins.....blasted music and answered door in a badass evil mask.....was a very generous treat giver..... This song was on the tape.... Well, I ain't evil, I'm just good lookin' Start a little fire, and baby start cookin' I'm a hungry man But I don't want pizza I'll blow down your house And then I'm gonna eat ya Bring you to a simmer Right on time Run my greasy fingers Up your greasy spine Feed my Frankenstein Meet my libido He's a psycho Feed my Frankenstein Hungry for love And it's feeding time You don't want to talk So baby shut up And let me drink the wine from your fur tea cup Velcro candy, sticky sweet Make my tattoos melt in the heat Well, I ain't no veggie Like my flesh on the bone Alive and lickin' on your ice cream cone after rereading the lyrics, I ask myself what in hell was I thinking? ohh to be young and stupid..... better than being old and stupid I guess.....
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the kids musta loved your house! I aint no veggie... All they heard was Frankenstein. but what's a fur tea cup? Don't sing me lullabies I won't close my eyes, I can't close my eyes It's true, I'm doomed 'til dawn shines through Got too many things to do Got friends to see, I can't miss a thing It's true, I'm through I'm screwed, unglued I won't close my eyes, I can't close my eyes, I never close my eyes You see, they're always there with funny hair, Oh, I'm so scared It happens to me every night Can't sleep, the clowns will eat me They always want to take a bite Can't sleep, the clowns will eat me And if you think this isn't real I'll show you wounds that never heal To them I'm just a happy meal Can't sleep, the clowns will eat me Make the coffee black as night Help me through the night I know their appetite for me I'm meat but I'm sweet as can be And if I do too much booze I begin to snooze I hear the big old floppy shoes It's true, I'm stew, unchewed I won't close my eyes, I can't close my eyes, I never close my eyes See, they're always there with that funny hair, Oh, I'm so scared It happens to me every night Can't sleep, the clowns will eat me They always want to take a bite Can't sleep, the clowns will eat me And if you think this isn't real I'll show you wounds that never heal To them I'm just a happy meal Can't sleep, the clowns will eat me
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Isn't it rich?Are we a pair? Me here at last on the ground, You in mid-air. Send in the clowns. Isn't it bliss? Don't you approve? One who keeps tearing around, One who can't move. Where are the clowns? Send in the clowns. Just when I'd stopped Opening doors, Finally knowing The one that I wanted was yours, Making my entrance again With my usual flair, Sure of my lines, No one is there. Don't you love farce? My fault, I fear. I thought that you'd want what I want - Sorry, my dear. But where are the clowns? Quick, send in the clowns. Don't bother, they're here. Isn't it rich? Isn't it queer? Losing my timing this late In my career? And where are the clowns? There ought to be clowns. Well, maybe next year
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of the truck that ran over me? Man it's been a rough day! I got designated driver tonight So I thought that I might get drunk I told Jimmy that he could decide what I'm drinkin' Cause I didn't care what Summer party back in the woods About seven hundred people there I said I'd hit the karaoke machine And sang Garth in my underwear [Chorus] And I can blame it on the Wild Turkey For the cussing and the gettin' loud I was surprised some ole boys didn't jump me Because they say that I was showin' out I'd like to thank everyone that didn't call the law To come and drag me in Last night you saw me drankin' Wild Turkey But you'll never see me drink it again [Verse 1] Well they say that I was tryin' every girl that was hot Said I was hangin' up all up on them, if they were married or not Well my jaw was kinda hurtin' in the morning light Yep, I think it got slapped a couple dozen times Eleven twenty and ole Jimmy left an hour ago I'm purdy sure that he's the one who's gonna to carry me home Well my guts is feeling funny so I found me a spot I started calling dinosaurs right between two cars Well, played it off nice, I told them I was mentally ill But when they smelt my breath they knew what it was I had to elude 'em through a cotton field [Chorus] And I can blame it on the Wild Turkey For the cussing and the gettin' loud I was surprised some ole boys didn't jump me Because they say that I was showin' out I'd like to thank everyone that didn't call the law To come and drag me in Last night you saw me drankin' Wild Turkey But you'll never see me drink it again [Verse 2] Them turkey suds got me drunk I hit the ditch and rolled my truck I borrowed a car got it stuck Over the fenders up in mud A seventy six Pontiac I hope my friend don't want it back But if he does he'll probably cuss And try to fight and all that stuff Early morning waking up my breath stanking' feeling rough If you gonna be dumb you gotta be tough I had a good dinner but throwed it up Gettin' drunk a hour later Shot in the chest with a taser The cop said I hit my head Front page on the county paper [Chorus] And I can blame it on the Wild Turkey For the cussing and the gettin' loud I was surprised some ole boys didn't jump me Because they say that I was showin' out I'd like to thank everyone that didn't call the law To come and drag me in Last night you saw me drankin' Wild Turkey But you'll never see me drink it again
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I drink alone, yeahWith nobody else I drink alone, yeah With nobody else You know when I drink alone I prefer to be by myself Every morning just before breakfast I don't want no coffee or tea Just me and good buddy Weiser That's all I ever need 'Cause I drink alone, yeah With nobody else Yeah, you know when I drink alone I prefer to be by myself The other night I laid sleeping And I woke from a terrible dream So I caught up my pal Jack Daniel's And his partner Jimmy Beam And we drank alone, yeah With nobody else Yeah, you know when I drink alone I prefer to be by myself The other day I got invited to a party But I stayed home instead Just me and my pal Johnny Walker And his brothers Black and Red And we drank alone, yeah With nobody else Yeah, you know when I drink alone I prefer to be by myself My whole family done give up on me And it makes me feel oh so bad The only one who will hang out with me Is my dear Old Grand-Dad And we drink alone, yeah With nobody else Yeah, you know when I drink alone I prefer to be by myself
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Holy Hell... Fifteen men on a dead man's chest Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum Drink and the devil be done for the rest Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum The mate was fixed by the bos'n's pike The bos'n' brained with a markin spike And Cookey's throat was marked belike It had been gripped by fingers ten And there they lay all good dead men Like break o' day in a boozing ken Yo Ho Ho and a bottle of rum Fifteen men of a whole ship's list Yo Ho Ho and a bottle of rum Dead and be damned and the rest gone whist! Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum The skipper lay with his nob in gore Where the scullion's axe his cheek had shore And the scullion he was stabbed times four And there he lay and the soggy skies Dripped all day in up-staring eyes At murk sunset and at foul sur-prise Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum Fifteen men of ‘em stiff and stark Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum Ten of the crew had the murder mark Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum ‘Twas a cutlass swipe or and ounce of lead Or a yawning hole in a battered head and the scuppers glut with a yawning red And there they lay aye damn my eyes All lookouts clapped on par - a - dise All souls bound just con – tra – ri - wise Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum Fifteen men of ‘em good and true Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum Every man Jack could ha' sailed with old Pew Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum There was chest on chest of Spanish gold With a ton of plate in the middle hold And the cabins riot with stuff un told As they lay there that had took the plum With a sightless glare and their lips struck dumb While we shared all by the rule of thumb Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum Fifteen men of a dead man's chest Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum Drink and the devil had done for the rest Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum We wrapped ‘em all in a mains'l tight With twice ten turns of a hausers bight And we heaved ‘em over and out of sight With a yo heave ho and fare you well And a sullen plunge in a sullen swell Ten fathoms deep on the road to hell Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum I've almost made it through the workday...shouldn't have had that last drink. Captain Jack Sparrow was at Larry Flint's last night...weird