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Juggling the Thing of a Thing of a Thing (Michael Whitmore) · Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere (Crazy Horse) · Where Everybody Knows Your Name (One Way Letter) · Everybody Knows (But You) [Single #1] (The Divine Comedy) · Everybody Knows (But You) [Single #2] (The Divine Comedy) · Everybody Knows (But You) [Single #3] (The Divine Comedy) · Everybody Knows Pt. 1 (John Legend) · Everybody Knows (Ryan Adams) · Everybody Knows (Johnny Hodges) · Everybody Knows (Ryan Adams) – and 90 other albums »


I was talking to the postman
And he mentioned your name
Seems like everybody
Everybody knows about my good thing

Call the plumber darling
don't know a damn thing
Yeah, I like that part, bring that shit back one more time, maestro
That's that old z.z. hill, huh?
I can do the mashed potato
Everybody's gotta live,
And everybody's gunna die.
Everybody's gotta live,
I think you know the reason why.

Sometimes the going gets so good
children running around,
Everybody's somebody in an old hill country town!
Dirt daubers humming, see the stickle burrs on your sock,
Sure signs you spent
a thing or two about her
I know she'll only make you cry
She'll let you walk the street beside her
But when she wants, she'll pass you by
Everybody says
I know a thing or two about her 
I know she'll only make you cry 
She'll let you walk the street beside her 
But when she wants she'll pass you by
What's wrong with you 
Can's you live by the way you preach
Change in time to see some more
And forget about the things you need
But I know that
Don't bother telling me what I got coming in the morning
I already know
I got some feelgood pills and a red Gatorade by my bed
Ready to go

I'm
Don't bother telling me what I got coming in the morning
I already know
I got some feelgood pills and a red Gatorade by my bed
Ready to go

I'm gonna
Everybody knows that I love you
Everybody knows that I need you
Everybody knows that I do, except you

I told the stars above
About the one I
Everybody's gotta live,
And everybody's gunna die.
Everybody's gotta live,
I think you know the reason why.

Sometimes the going gets so good
now you’re my only friend
I told the passers by
I made a small boy cry
And I’ll get through to you
If it’s the last thing that I do

‘Cause everybody
know 'round about seven on a Friday night
Forget about your worries, gonna be alright
Everybody's heading for those days of light

Hot and heavy
Took my fam'ly away from my Carolina home 
Had dreams about the West and started to roam 
Six long months on a dust covered trail 
They say
Feel the good cold stinging blood
The smooth hissing snakes of rain 

Once I had, a little game
I liked to crawl back into my brain
I think you know
you will stay,
And maybe you'll just watch awhile then wander.
It seems like all the good things in my life just drift away,
But maybe you will stay
river valleys,
Give me the oceans, the fish and the seas. 

I don't need to know about the things that lay beyond my life 
I don't need to know about
together, everybody singin' and laughin'
(Shake your hand, share the land)
Good times, good times, everybody walkin' by the river now
(Shake your hand,
a sound
They got what you need
What you need
Make you say

Oh my!
Feels just like I don't try
Looks so good I might die
All I know is everybody
got what you need
What you need
Make you say

Oh my!
Feels just like I don't try
Looks so good I might die
All I know is everybody loves me

Get down,
and I'm getting things done.
But right about two I get this little tiny migraine.
It starts with my eyes, and moves to the back of my neck,
And moves
Stupid motherfucker the only thing in the hood is you
I do everything good as you no I do everything better
I get paid for every letter ABC etcetera
OK and I thought I'd better write and let you know
Cause I knew you'd be worried about me
And I don't let you know to worried about me Cause I'm gonna
Maybe it's good
And maybe it ain't 
Everybody once was a sinner
And now they're all saints

I know
I think about it all the time though
There's
Rooster Hill
By Ronnie Rogers


Last Saturday night on rooster hill
I lost 4 one hundred dollar bills
Came home with my champion cock cut all