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För Sent För Edelweiss (Håkan Hellström) · Don Gibson Sings All-Time Country Gold (Don Gibson) · 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) · Sea of Heartbreak (And Other Don Gibson Hits) (Kenny Price) · Sings Don Gibson (Roy Orbison) · David Allan Coe Presents Don Gibson (Don Gibson) – and 90 other albums »


I was a light for the living
And I spoke of peace and love
With two wings and my old Gibson
I bought blessings from above
I was here and I was
the morning
Waitin' for a plane.
We passed around the bottle, Lord,
And we don't feel no pain.
Life out here on the highway
Has its ups and downs.
But
One More Parade
Phil Ochs
Written by Phil Ochs and Bob Gibson


Hup, two, three, four, marchin' down the street
Rollin' of the drums
Morrow not expecting to beguiled.
Said I, "My friend, I'd like to go to Morrow and return no later than tomorrow for I haven't time to burn."

Said he
of leaving those local bars 
When I'd get him up at closing time 
For a couple of songs and a chance to shine 
Like the star that he longed to be 
He
for your era it's
My time to shine and I'm still payin dues
And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker
I only tell you nothin but
much time for remembering 
Late nights around some ones table 
Something deeper about those gatherings 
More than once I've been far far away
He came to town with a lot of dreams swapped BMG for KFC
And four strings on his Gibson and now he's frying chicken
He swore someday the world
with no problemo
Iceberg rabbits and the fox and more
Where I coped two more brought four for RZA
 
Bad Boy thank you for this special delivery
come take my hand
This is our last chance
Down at the Farewell Ball

The Downings and Gibsons
Farleys and Dickinsons
Everyone dressed to the nines
They
They attack
They attack
They are on a rampage
Unleashed from ancient time
Stumbling from the ice age

Marching side by side
Beaks of steel are
that ain't fair, but I don't care
I'm a muthafuckin' Cash Money millionaire, bitch (bitch, bitch, bitch)

Last year they had the Grammys and left me in
TON OF BRICKS written by Deborah Gibson
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Something unexpected
Something so new
Something so crazy
Crazy like you
I
(Gibson/Rieser/Rieser)
Well, they called him Super Skier
As he sat around the sundeck,
For he swore that he would never take a spill.
When they
The first nigga to buck goin' be the first nigga we attack
Don't want that but it comes though
Most of the time you don't know
Stickin' together like flour
to buck gon' be the first nigga we attack
don't want that but it comes though
most of the time you don't know
Stickin' together like flour and water
for a quarter

I'm a child of a backseat freedom, baptized by rock and roll
Marilyn Monroe and the Garden of Eden, never grow up, never grow old
to retire.
Second time in history, Atlantic flown by three Spaniards.
Here's one. Death of Barbara La Marr, film actress with five 
husbands.
BBC asks for
One by one
Every courtesy is gone
And the show begins
Bring on the clowns
Pain is quiet
I've laughed at silence
For the last time
Let the show
mad, Mel Gibson
So death to all the bullshit by any means
Kill em all, hang em from the ceilin using skinny jeans
For aspiring rappers that want
have all the time in the world for love?
Make it last forever, make it last

Take your time, don't try to hurry
Just take your time there's no need
for a quarter

I'm a child of a backseat freedom, baptized by rock and roll
Marilyn Monroe and the Garden of Eden, never grow up, never grow old
with no problemo
Iceberg rabbits and the fox and more
Where I coped two more brought four for RZA
 
Bad Boy thank you for this special delivery
We're just back porch sitting
Doing some old school picking
Got some brand new strings on my Gibson
Yeah, I'll play your favorite song
they Turner-All by all types of rings and j clothes
I went and got some Ernie Ball strings and a rig for shows
Wig-wearin' hoes love my long solos