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Peggy Sue rode away last night, on a rocking horse
Straight into the pale moonlight, make believe of course
But what's a little girl of eight
Wed May 5th, 1937
Robert Lee McCoy - vocals and guitar
With Sonny Boy Williamson - harmonica and Joe Williams - guitar.
Album: Robert Lee McCoy Bluebird
She dreamed them old southern dreams
She was the dreamest girl
The dreamest girl I most ever seen

Now, she dreamed I was kissin' her 
A-down by
curly, hair
Now, look-a-there
Her brother don't 'llow me there
Now, look-a-there, a-honey
Baby, way over there by the apple tree

I love, love
#56 The Moon Is Made Of Gold

Rickie Lee Jones (1990)
Double Bass: Rob Wasserman (song collected in Rob Wasserman's album Duet)
#56 The Moon Is Made Of Gold

Rickie Lee Jones (1990)
Double Bass: Rob Wasserman (song collected in Rob Wasserman's album Duet)
like the boy
Ill take em to the black door give em the dick
she screaming that she been her before
Its like the five o'clock traffic jam we in the mix
I Been Dealing With The Devil Track #13 2:47
Sonny Boy Williamson I (John Lee)
John Lee Williamson - vocal and harmonica
With Joshua Altheimer -
What's Gettin' Wrong With You Track #24 2:47
Sonny Boy Williamson I (John Lee)
(Big Bill Broonzy) 
Big Bill Broonzy - vocal
John Lee Williamson -
Album: The Bluebird Recordings 1938 RCA #66796
With Speckled Red (Rufus Perryman) - piano
Probably Willie Hacher - mandolin and Robert Lee McCoy - gtr
a mil before my album hit the shelves
And I ain't talkin' bout no signin' bonus (uh-uh)
'Tics went platinum to remind ya homey
I'm not a restroom so
those who cross the path of righteous men 

let me start again (for what) for those who can't comprehend lee majors 

the virus 

niggas they run
Blues That Made Me Drunk Track 17 2:58
Sonny Boy Williamson I (John Lee)
(Sonny Boy Williamson)
Sonny Boy Williamson - vcl and hca
With Blind Boy
girl's dying."

Betty La Rue had a guilt or two
And she know she was in danger
When a light in the skies hit her right in they eyes
And she saw
album went six thousand on niggas
In Kansas City alone, we packed the dome with Mike and Liddy alone
In the west side, Lee Jone, Milly Mal, I left you
and my man Rick got millions of gold albums
(That's a lie) I'm gettin' cold money every day
(You're a liar)
You'll need a wheel barrow for all that shit in
Would you like to hit the fat bud  
Or perhaps should I run your name through the mud 
I mean  are you giving up the nappy dugout? 
She said no
oh, if this house could talk, Lord,
Of Dixieland's final days;
Before they tear her down, before she hits the ground,
I'll bet this is what she would
[Kwest] That's cool man, I don't care what you say about the album
[Other] For Better or For Worse is the best joint on the album
[Kwest] For
Inhale imagination and breathe wonder
That's your lady, I used to run up in her and G weed from her
It's a cold world and niggaz need summer
At times my
should reason with her before she gets mad
Or maybe my nigga you should slap that bitch
If not then you need to snatch that bitch
By the thought and let
I heard your style and I beat you nigga
Your whole album I sleep through nigga
'cause 'Te's an avalanche so call an ambulance
And tell 'em to pick
two-two I call 'er Peggy Sue
When I'm off in the club she fit right in my shoe (wooo!)
Gotta switch her to my waist, just in case (uh huh)
A clown wan' flip
I once knew a girl by the name of Monique
She was my childhood sweetheart every day of the week
Whether PS46, or 151
After school I'd go to her
swagger back
Mama that said I killed her man
Well I guess I got the dagger back

It's the Roc bastards we are BACK!
In the heezy
Jiggaman, B. Sieg