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Apple Tree Swing

Sonny Boy Williamson I

Rare Sonny Boy

Davis - piano, Big Bill Broonzy - guitar
Willie Dixon sbass and Charles Saunders - drums
March 28, 1947
Album: Complete Recorded Works Vol 5
October 19,

Wonderful Time

Sonny Boy Williamson I

Sonny Boy, Vol. 3

1974

- piano, Big Bill Broonzy - guitar
Ranson Knowling - sbass, Judge Riley - drums.
September 19, 1947
Album: Complete Recorded Works Vol 5
October 19,

Lacey Belle

Sonny Boy Williamson I

Rare Sonny Boy

piano, Big Bill Broonzy - guitar
Willie Dixon Sb & vocal and Charles Saunders - drums
March 28, 1947
Album: Complete Recorded Works Vol 5
October 19, 1945

Springtime Blues

Sonny Boy Williamson I

Sonny Boy, Vol. 3

1974

Sonny Boy Williamson - vocals & harmonica
With Big Bill Broonzy - guitar, Blind John Davis - piano
William Mitchell - bass
Album: 'The Blues' Sonny Boy

Dylan and Phil Ochs
Quick-witted with his topical jokes

He plays all the places rowdy and boozey
Wants to come over as Big Bill Broonzy
But nobody's

All Those Heroes

John Mayall & the Bluesbreakers

Blues for the Lost Days

1997

When I was a boy about the age of ten
Got some old records by the blues men
Found a big connection to my lonely life
I couldn't wait to learn some

The Third Single (Dialogue)

Ray Davies

The Storyteller

1998

on the record.

I'd written 'You really got me' as tribute to all those great blues people
I love: Leadbelly and Big Bill Broonzy. And Dave was playing the song

On Hyndford Street

Van Morrison

Hymns to the Silence

1991

Roll and Big Bill Broonzy
And "Really The Blues" by "Mezz" Mezzrow
And "Dharma Bums" by Jack Kerouac
Over and over again
And voices echoing late

That Old Black Magic

Ray Davies

The Storyteller

1998

the greatest of all these guitar players was a blues man from 
Chicago called Big Bill Broonzy. We played all of these records, 
constantly, on that radiogram.

gettin' low
With my bright skin shawty, call her light show
She like Reese I'm tryna light that
Show love, she hold me down like an ice pack
It's big

melon in now
With a pistol so big yo it could lift
A hippo and knock an elephant down
Akh, I punch a lot, I'm tellin' you now
And that fake-ass ice that

opinion, you deserved it
And remember, you should always hate the Big Bills OP
I grab your link, find the cheats
I rant, I rant, I rant on them chants
Yeah,

Day in America

Sun Kil Moon

I Also Want to Die in New Orleans

2019

to my friend
"Why'd you kick off tonight with the Bill Evans song?"
He said, "I was just trying to ease into things"
I said, "That's cool, but we're

Last Call

Logic

YSIV

2018

This for anyone with ambition, calling anybody that'll listen
I'm wishing all your dreams come true, 'cause mine did
And yeah, you know I had to put

What ho sed de ting!

I'm back, nyaaah! You thought you got away with it, didn't you? But you didn't. No, not on your fourth little
box set of Run

Holla at Me

Fat Joe

Listennn... The Album

2006

and there's been a lot of ass kissing
But I ain't trippin', I'm trill
That's why I'm postin' with Khaled 'cause he real one
One hunnid, baby, like the bill

(serve)
I got the molly and percocets serve em (serve)
Big bills, big wave (big bills)
Cook it up, soufflé (cook it up)
Beat it up, by Quay (beat it up)

know I been your idol
Big bank, sparkin' weed without a lighter
On fire 'cause I'm just a different writer
Practicin' social distance with all these

Holla at Me

Fat Joe

Unleashed, Vol. 6

2006

and there's been a lot of ass kissing
But I ain't trippin', I'm trill
That's why I'm postin' with Khaled 'cause he real one
One hunnid, baby, like the bill

For that white powder
A deuce deuce will leave little holes
In your top like salt shaker
Then I'll finish it off with a big cap
On your head like a park

whether that was big or small
Starting with my big sister, Marilyn Barnes
Who showed me the ropes my Freshman year
I love you
And my friends, Gloria Ponce

You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J M E
I do what I want, I'm free free free
Wiley's my bredrin, he's got an album

albums flop

I'm on my knees and daily praying for my enemies
Pray they repent and turn to God and change their destiny
High yella light brown skin

I live
Mansion acre got a hunnid M's

Migo my family we got some unity
Believe in loyalty hit you with choppas
Fuck with the quarter be
We got more