Lyrics:
break >
Lovers, kids an' fools!
< instrumental break >
Hmmm . . .
Words and Music by Marvin Hamlisch
and Paul Williams
Sound: music from Caruso’s First Sound Gramophone recording; April 1902 plays
(link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3TjEoAXzJ9E) instrumental up until -
1. Paradise Lost
a. Paradise Lost
b. The path less traveled (instrumental)
c. Where did I go wrong
d. Netherworlds (instrumental)
e.
Sonny Boy Williamson - vocals & harmonica
With Big Bill Broonzy - guitar, Blind John Davis - piano
William Mitchell - bass
Album: 'The Blues' Sonny Boy
Pre>a lot of people helped with the lyrics, notably william wittman.
Thanks ww and everybody!
Intro: g#m c#m g#m c#m ebm g#m
G#m c#m g#m c#m ebm
should I let her know?
A pimp told me if I love her, I should let her go
I sing her praises every time they play this instrumental
'Cause she
should I let her know?
A pimp told me if I love her, I should let her go
I sing her praises every time they play this instrumental
'Cause she
look-a-there, a-honey
A-ooo-wee
Baby, way over there by the apple tree
(harmonica & instrumental)
Now, look-a-there
She's a solid sender, Jack!
Now,
Ev'ning summer breeze
Warbling of a meadowlark
Moonlight in Vermont
<instrumental-one verse>
Telegraph cables, how they sing down the highway
to explain this?
Feel reclused in my own body
Feeling trapped by my old ideas
The spew out shit on my new I.Ps
The VIP credentials got me feeling so special
words and music by Curley Williams
- lyrics as recorded by Rosemary Clooney in 1951
If you loved me half as much as I love you
You wouldn't
Travel it with a smile
You're riding on a one-way ticket
Enjoy ev'ry mile
Oh, come on my friends, it's not the end
Good luck will never pass you by
If
cold heart?
Words and Music by Hank Williams, 1951
The story is some children flee from home
When they reach their coming of age
Because of whom they love
Some are beaten or shunned
By crazy
& instrumental)
That's why they call me, Mr. Lucky.
Bad luck don't follow me.
That's why they call me, Mr. Lucky.
Bad luck don't follow me.
Ev'rything I
mean I can't do no wrong.
I woke up early one mornin'.
Mr. Lucky, standin' by my bed.
I woke up early one mornin'.
Mr. Lucky, standin' by my bed.
I
ground ground
Cut up in soul soul by the pound pound
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown I'm the round mound
Not a rebound but like a hound I get
passions
I said you are a lady
Perhaps she said I may be
Left my ring by the soap
Now is that love?
You cleaned me out you could say broke
Now is that love?
mother's side, I am the grandson of William Bullock and Mary “Mamie” Elizabeth Thomas. I don't have the full lineage on my Father's Mack side, but I'm
ground ground
Cut up in soul soul by the pound pound
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown I'm the round mound
Not a rebound but like a hound I get
by William Loren Katz
Take it back anything by Dr cornel West
You need to go get that
Michael Eric Dyson, all his books
Go get all of that
Henry Louis
lookin' good
(instrumental)
Hey!
Two an two is four
One an one is two
Ev'ryone's got their eyes on you
Look at those measurements
Man alive!
34-24-35
Make 'em laugh, make 'em laugh.
Don't ya know ev'ryone wants to laugh.
My dad said "Be an actor my son;
But be a comical one!"
They'll be
It's no sequels, B3 cases, C3P0's
Before Morpheus and Neo was killin' 'em
We was duckin' roulette's in the hood like Remo Williams
Understand
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