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The James Cotton Blues Band (James Cotton) · 35th Anniversary Jam of the James Cotton Blues Band (James Cotton Blues Band) · Brass To the Fore (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Fore! (Huey Lewis) · Fore! (Huey Lewis) · Fore! [UK Bonus Track] (Huey Lewis) · Aliens, Psychos & Wild Things, Volume Fore (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Brass To the Fore (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Fore! (Huey Lewis) · Dealin' with the Devil: Best of James Cotton (James Cotton) – and 90 other albums »


Blue rose of the Rio I can see her now
As she looked that day when I rode away through a golden dawn
It was there by the Rio that we made our vows
that isn't ours
And wearin' cotton we didn't grow

He's got the red, white,
And blue flyin' high on the farm
Semper fi tattooed on his left arm
Spends
Hospital blues 
Oh the winter's coming on 
The nurses are bird stork 
Cotton mama vampire-girls with smiles 
Oh they fly by night, they fly by
talkin’ Jay, I ain’t talkin’ Bey
I’m talkin’ days we got school watchin’ movie screens
And spike yourself esteem
The new James Bond gon’ be black as me
Some girls go to church on Sunday
Live life by the golden rule
You got girls gonna graduate one day
Some come laude from party school

Some they
Inner City Blues (Make Me want to Holler)
Marvin Gaye
Written by: Marvin Gaye/James Nyx

Dah, dah, dah, dah
dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah
Dah,
of your hair

Stars stand against the lonely blue
Like pin-pricks made by midnight hands
They tried to sew you a pure white dress
Got tied up in
I'll tell you why the days go by, 
Like caterpillars do
And clouds are cotton blossoms in a field of blue,
Love's got me in a lazy mood.

I'll
sky
And into your sweet green eyes

They'll be a cotton dress, some old blue jeans
Hanging from the limb of a sycamore tree
And when no one can
'Cause I don't own no money tree and very little lam
But I said mama don't you cry I'll get a job up fore the day's gone by
I don't know where though
She was a prom queen, taking the world by storm
I felt like James Dean with her on my arm
The night was a free ride, lit by the moon
I prayed from
fields of cotton

Sing it for me loud

Sing about the Bullruns

Sing about the day

I shot my brother dressed in blue

While I was dressed in grey


We
Another day, another dollar
I got mines, ain't got nothing to father
Fuck a role model, never had one to follow
Lot of cotton mouth rappers, I'm
There's a big blue cloud next to heaven 
Where all wishes are stored 
Old an' new . . . 

And each day an angel from heaven 
Looks them through,
But he's still down
At the sawmill every day
Oh and first thing
'Fore the break of dawn
Mama's got his eggs
And coffee on
My whole life
It's been
after you
Listen what I'm saying to you Run
Run Devil Run 

By a swamp in Alabama in the cold in the damp
Sitting reading by the light of a kerosene
of thing that always happens here
Yeah you watch the good old days pass you by
Leaving your cupboards bare

Gratitude walks on Sixth Street
Another day, another dollar
I got mines, ain't got nothing to father
Fuck a role model, never had one to follow
Lot of cotton mouth rappers, I'm
Another day, another dollar
I got mines, ain't got nothing to father
Fuck a role model, never had one to follow
Lot of cotton mouth rappers, I'm
I was riding the prairie 
When out of the blue I could see 
There were two dozen Indians 
Starting to close up on me 

There was no place I
reach the testicles
and effect em, by animal means, I'm in your spectrum
As I walk through the garden of orange tomatoes, I see

Blue flowers
Blue
Cat Diesel Power cap pulled down low
Makin that bacon, row by row
Can't get them muscles at the YMCA
It's from choppin' cotton, cuttin' corn
I was riding the prairie 
When out of the blue I could see 
There were two dozen Indians 
Starting to close up on me 

There was no place I
Damn it feel good to be a hustler
Everyday I stay shining on you suckas'
Addicted to chasing dreams, live like kings
I'm a boss you can tell by my
standing by the live oak tree, in our yard on Canyon Lake
And I'm driving under miles and miles of clear blue Texas skies
Some strangers in a pick-up truck,