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Bring in 'da Noise Bring in 'da Funk [Original Cast Recording] (Jared Crawford) · Bring Me Home (Mother Earth) · Bring The Boys Home (Jann Arden) · Bring It on Home (Joan Osborne) · Bring It on Home: Black America Sings Sam Cooke (Sam & Dave) · Bring You Home (Ronan Keating) · Bring It on Home (Joan Osborne) · Bring Him Home (Marjorie-Jean) · Bring Him Home & Other Prayers (Gary Morris) · Bring You Home (Ronan Keating) – and 90 other albums »


2 by 75
 Yea you got it man
 You roll em down and drive

 My ‘65 Mustang rides along
 Every mile's another song
 And what I don't remember
 She
down yet
It all comes back to me
When I turn that horse's key
I'm 17 or 23 
Or bringing home my first baby
Like Dad did when the ?65 was three
down yet
It all comes back to me
When I turn that horse's key
I'm 17 or 23 
Or bringing home my first baby
Like Dad did when the '65 was three
It's looking like the city towed
My other apartment

She got a doorbell sign that said
Bring it or don't ring it
She's the woman
She's the woman
She's
centre plenty
You take my pay check off to town and don't bring home a penny
Your mama says that you're a queen and should be on a thrown
So we gonna pack
to drive
The day she parked on I-65
Found her on the shoulder cryin'
She didn't know where she was

It's like her mind just quit
Oh, but bring up Grandpa
You're welcome.

(sung)
Girl: Now here is a question,
A question for you.
Remember, the answer
Will start with a "Q".
Just think of a duck,
Be it white,
65 and I was 10 
And I will never be as free again 
Oh way back when 
The summer flew by quickly 
And Josh and I spent out time 
Writing words
the fiddle
Yes, by crackies I can play a little
Bring it on down to my house honey, ain't nobody home but me

(yeah)

Bring it on down to my house honey,
told me you would bring presents and treats (K-R-O-Q CD
Original)
Cheering my spirits with homemade sweet meats (K-R-O-Q CD
Original)

You told me
the fiddle
Yes, by crackies I can play a little
Bring it on down to my house honey, ain't nobody home but me

(yeah)

Bring it on down to my house honey,
Words and music by Arlo Guthrie

In the event of my demise
Be sure to include this statement
When you are bent on closing my eyes
Thinking about what
it that fate hasn't sown
In the skirt of an evening over mornings waste blown
I see the moon I see the go going by on stilts
As mouths wilt and turn
bring home the bacon 
Fry it up in a pan 
I wear that sweet perfume 
To find myself a better man 

The way you call to the woods 
Is how the woods
passed it by
I don't know what it is that drives me on
Gotta keep movin'
Gotta keep movin' on
Bring it on home
Let's bring it on home - your love
Now here ya come baby 
With yer tail draggin` the gravy 
Y` know yer P`s `n Q`s 
What ya don`t know baby 

Is you givin` me the blues 
Ya got
Now here ya come baby 
With yer tail draggin` the gravy 
Y` know yer P`s `n Q`s 
What ya don`t know baby 

Is you givin` me the blues 
Ya got
can ya play the fiddle
Yes, by crackies I can play a little
Bring it on down to my house, honey, ain't nobody home but me

Ah, yeah

Bring it on down
Watching the town go by
Nanna made another Red Sox fan
'Til the day I die

That was back in '65
It doesn't seem like a long time ago
Grandmama keeping
the city by surprise, it's just me and you tonight

Now, yeah, we ride a little, freak
Ain't slowin' down, won't stop for nothin', 'less we on E
Now,
back 
When the taxidermist ruined 
Goose stepped the freckling impatience 
All the brittle tombs 
Five hundred little q's 
I'm splitting hairs
the taxidermist ruined
Goose stepped the freckling impatience
All the brittle tombs
Five hundred little q’s
I’m splitting hairs to
Match the faces
 
All
a wonderful game for people of all ages
and even for losers it's worth a try
That's good morning and good bye

[Buck 65]
They sit in your section
they think you
got was poverty
For all their earnest toil
They say one was a sailor
Who sailed the wide world round
Made home port--got drunk one night
Walked off
came, 
Would he be all right? 
How long will it take? 
How long will it take 
'til the valley rolls by 
And he's home...

Hollywood the second time,