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Back Wash Rhythm Band · Great White · Snowy White & the White Flames · Back Street Crawler · Laid Back · Back Bay Ramblers · Staring Back · Back To Earth · Taking Back Sunday · Back To Mine – and 90 other artists »
Back to Back Hits: Great White/April Wine  (Great White) · Back to Back Hits: Great White/April Wine  (Great White) · White Light White Heat White Trash (Social Distortion) · Great Band With Great Voices/Swing the Great Voices of the Great Bands (Johnny Mann) · Back to Back: Barry White and Isaac Hayes (Barry White) · Interprets Great Music, Great Films, Great Sounds (Nelson Riddle) · Paris When It Sizzles/Great Music Great Films Great Sounds (Nelson Riddle) · Moody River/Great! Great! Great! (Pat Boone) · This Is Strictly Rhythm, Vol. 2 [Strictly Rhythm] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Rhythm And Romance: Fats Waller And His Rhythm (Fats Waller) – and 90 other albums »
broomstick rhythm You're dressed in red Your hair [would had a] brush on fire To make leaves dress up dead Ordered to parade Swayed by broomstick rhythm Hey!
the nights I've waited at home by the phone Hoping it will ring ding-a-ding-ding-a-ding-ding Ring a-ding-ding-ding The rhythm goes Ring a-ding-ding-ding
the freedom of the white line When I´m there I can´t go wrong The rhythm of the highway keeps me rollin´ along Well I heard that song for the first time
We always wear a great big smile we never do look sour Travel all over the country playing by the hour Take me back to Tulsa...
Bobbito's in the house! I gotta say one thing, y'all been great playin the real shit why'know, all this radio shit, this flower shit you be hearin
the victims of our own creation Chasing rainbows that are painted black or white Watch the struggle of our temptation Instincts barely keeping us alive Back
Ching a chong ching ching Gorilla go bang bang ____________ling ling Gorilla go bang bang ____________ling ling Great white hunter He shoot gun gun
a great white hope Do you give up things that you love? And the pressure's building 'til it takes you whole Can you go back on your own word? All
God it's sexy!) This this step steppers come and steppers swingin Most blacks back back-up what the hell we bringin G-fine nearly singin, my rhythm hit
The mighty observer who keeps his cabinets hot A great meeting of rhythm and face A humming of values and a children's place But the sticks man gives
And looking back on the great indifference Looking back at the limestone wall Thinking how beauty deceives you Knowing how love fools us all A golden boy in
white And I am black Jesus and his lawyer Are coming back Oh my darling Will you be here Before I sputter out Before I sputter out Before I sputter out
is white And I am black Jesus and his lawyer Are coming back Oh my darling Will you be here Before I sputter out [Repeat: x3] Guess who's
Life is white and I am black Jesus and his lawyer Are coming back oh my darling Will you be here? Before I sputter out Before I sputter out
by day But I spent my night time fighting tears back I prayed and prayed and left messages but never got no hear back Or so it seemed A mustard
Glory is on our way[?] Worship the sun, Great Spirit. Born of the mother earth, Seek for the true white brother. We are the chosen people, give
Restaurant, there's a picture hanging there Of a petrified Italian with escargot in his hair And there's a big, white horse rug lying by the door And I'm
the time grinds to a halt Seconds assault Rush the earth on by Planet, spin! Tell me just how long's it been? How long has it been Since you let me
White Stallions (Chandler) yesterday I saw my face Pictured in the sky As I gazed upon myself My whole life flashed by I heard the sound
lives way back down the hollow I take her by her lily white hair And into the woods we wonder Her daddy was a river man As mad as a hatter Her mama
great in her heyday I'm sometimes trapped by the close confines Of the age I'm born into Though there were others worse than mine Well, I miss what
feet. The scary one is back with clothes so white and clean; And her face that's coated with a quarter inch of cream-cold cream She's the one who
of routine Scans his dials and smiles Secure in the beauty of military life There is no right or wrong Only tin cans and cordite and white cliffs
And you won’t play long but you’ll soon be back Sounding out the rhythm of your heart With practice you will fly with ease like a bird There are songs
the boos, I never drank booze Cause I just rock the rhythm, left alone the blues The L.I. mystique, You sneak to peek A look and then