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För Sent För Edelweiss (Håkan Hellström) · M.F. Horn/M.F. Horn 2/ M.F. Horn 3 (Maynard Ferguson) · Better [Knaan] (Off the Record) · Horn to Horn [Muse] (Teddy Edwards) · Honey in the Horn/That Honey Horn Sound (Al Hirt) · Horn to Horn [Muse] (Teddy Edwards) · M.F. Horn, Vol. 3/M.F. Horn, Vols. 4-5: Live at Jimmy's (Maynard Ferguson) · Horn to Horn (Teddy Edwards) · Horn to Horn (Teddy Edwards) · M.F. Horn 3/M.F. Horn 4&5 (Maynard Ferguson) – and 90 other albums »


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When I get to Heaven first thing I'll do
I'll grab my horn and call for Blue

Bye bye Blue
You good dog you
Bye bye Blue
You good dog you
I woke up this mornin', feelin' round for my shoes
Know by that I got these old walkin' blues, well
Woke this mornin' feelin round for my shoes
But
too
Singin' "here, ol' Blue, you're a good dog, you!"

Ol' Blue come when I blow my horn
Ol' Blue come when I blow my horn
A' Blue come a' runnin'
our horns
Plotting our revenge by waiting to be born

Particles of light, particles of matter
Come together for an instant

Then scatter.
I woke up this mornin', feelin' round for my shoes
Know by that I got these old walkin' blues, well
Woke this mornin' feelin round for my shoes
But
I woke up this mornin', feelin' round for my shoes
Know by that I got these old walkin' blues, well
Woke this mornin' feelin round for my shoes
mentioned in the song. Lanata was a bow made for Tanus by Taita the slave and was made of wood, ebony, rhinocerus horn, and ivory tusks. The bowstring was
I woke up this mornin', feelin' round for my shoes
Know by that I got these old walkin' blues, well
Woke this mornin' feelin round for my shoes
But
the Deep Blue Sea
Aim lock on, Goldeneye

War in the snow storm, with double, oh on
U.K. blow your horns
Put you in, I.C.U., gettin' blood drawn
Doc
the Deep Blue Sea
Aim lock on, Goldeneye

War in the snow storm, with double, oh on
U.K. blow your horns
Put you in, I.C.U., gettin' blood drawn
Doc
Sunnyland drum, horn blow
Sun like uh bubble pop yellow, down she go
Mah cowcatcher whistled like uh steel flash scream
Hose sucked out for water 'n
for me to have some fun
Yes, it's time for my vacation
And lay out in the sun all day long

We are back to basics
And count my blessin's one by one
the Deep Blue Sea
Aim lock on, Goldeneye

War in the snow storm, with double, oh on
U.K. blow your horns
Put you in, I.C.U., gettin' blood drawn
Doc
craw fish an' barbecue
Head south, horn of plenty
For the few an' the many

All the south is missin', man, is you, yeah
All the south is missin',
worse.
Yes, a horn is my thorn,
My trav'lin' cornet man!
Kill yourself! Tell me about it! Yeah! Yeah!
A powder-blue Norfolk suit,
I said
They say "Drink and be merry,
Take the bull by the horns."
I keep seeing visions of you, a lily among thorns
Everything looks a little far away
the Deep Blue Sea
Aim lock on, Goldeneye

War in the snow storm, with double, oh on
U.K. blow your horns
Put you in, I.C.U., gettin' blood drawn
Doc
blue sea_
Aim lock on, _goldeneye_
War in the snow storm, with double-oh on
U.k. blow your horns
Put you in, i.c.u., gettin blood drawn
Doc did it,
So brave and true, so gentle is he
I'll weep for him as he'd weep for me
Little Boy Blue come blow your horn
In Scarlet Town, where I was born

Scarlet
Attackin sharks in the _Deep Blue Sea_
Aim lock on, _Goldeneye_
War in the snow storm, with double-oh on
U.K. blow your horns
Put you in, I.C.U., gettin
thorn whose prick brings lockjaw 
And tires torn by sharp yellow rocks -- 
Young girl stares pensively from dark door in pale blue wall 
Big About
on back, ready for the long haul
Tossed by the winds and the seas
I'll drag 'em all down to hell and I'll stand 'em at the wall
I'll sell 'em to their
cakes cornbread crawfish and barbeque
Head south, horn of plenty, for the few and the many
All the south is missing man is you
the beast I used to be

My laureates of gold are sold
Horns spear the reddened sea
And by my transformed hand
Be sure
The Heavens hear your final
Flip off into a nod and dig myself for dying young
It's like cool was the bop and the flair
I kicks it to my pools by the nap of the hair
I'm pinning