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För Sent För Edelweiss (Håkan Hellström) · Zac Zuh Zaz (Cab Calloway) · Party Musical: Tribute to Zac Efron (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Live För Dig (Lars Winnerbäck) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Känn Ingen Sorg för Mig Göteborg (Håkan Hellström) · Jag Är Inte Rädd För Mörkret (Kent) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Black Is Brown and Brown Is Beautiful (Ruth Brown) · Brown and Roach/Study in Brown/New Star on the Horizon (Clifford Brown) – and 90 other albums »


of Daytona,
It's hard to look lonely with a three day tan.
Got a Zac Brown koozie wrapped around my Corona,
I might get lucky and wake up in the sand.

I'm just
my now then I couldn't tell you why
 
[Chorus]
 
(Zac) this is mother bird calling baby bird 
Baby bird come in, baby bird 
For the love of Pete,
Two little children a boy and a girl
Sat by an old church door
The little girl's feet 
Were as brown as the curl
That fell on the dress that she
Two little children a boy and a girl
Sat by an old church door
The little girl's feet 
Were as brown as the curl
That fell on the dress that she
Two little children a boy and a girl
Sat by an old church door
The little girl's feet 
Were as brown as the curl
That fell on the dress that she
in our hearts

This is not my home, no
Everyone's bought and sold
This is not my home
Everybody's walking round the dead and cold

One by one by
the die is duly cast
'Cause there's a dead man in my bed, she said
That smile you see upon his face
It's been there for many days
There's a dead man in
as the cattle hung their heads 
Grazing only feet from where the broken body lay 
And would lay undiscovered for another couple days 

When the farmer would
away
'Cause I need that something you bring me every day

Brown eyes, you're beautiful and this song's for you
I wrote this song that I'm singing
Askin' why Joe wanders out no more

What will the kitten do, mother, all alone
Will he stop from his frolic for the day
Will he lie on his rug by
Summer death, slow step
Walk behind the mother of the thirteen year old brown-eyed boy
Attitudes, attitudes
Sloganized by middle boots
The men
Wynona's got herself a big brown beaver and she shows it off to all her friends.
One day, you know, that beaver tried to leave her, so she caged him
by hour house
Though I know you're not home

[Chorus]
But I can see you
Your brown skin shining in the sun
You got your hair combed back now
so the dogs can't smell 'em c'mon

Brown paper bag (thank god for that)
Brown paper bag (yo Khaled I'm so focused homie I can see clearly now you
Wynona's got herself a big brown beaver and she shows it off to all her friends.
One day, you know, that beaver tried to leave her, so she caged him
There were three men came out of the West,
Their fortunes for to try,
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn must die.

They've
loved by his mother

Give you a calls
For the
Thing upstairs
She brings him his night time brown and flask
Sews up his nighttime brown and mask
You
In the garden of England dead moles lie inside their holes
The dead-end tunnels crumble in the rain underfoot
Innit a shame?

Can't you see them?
from bone
And the miller he has served him worse than that 
For he's ground him between two stones

And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl
When I'm dead and gone I'm gonna rage in hell
I believe in nothing but belief in myself
One day I'm gonna go
Coming back to haunt you as a mother
There were three men came out of the West,
Their fortunes for to try,
And these three men made a solemn vow:
John Barleycorn must die.

They've
from bone
And the miller he has served him worse than that 
For he's ground him between two stones

And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl
it's just as red as the blood itself

Miss Brown, your blood tastes oh so great
You know I'd like to excavate
Every single thing alive or dead
and the brown

Yo, I got the homey Jose from way back in the day
He came to scoop me up in his all white Six-Trey
And he don't really *** with nobody outside
for the maid of the sweet brown knowe"

This fair and fickle young thing, she knew not what to say
Her eyes did shine like diamonds bright