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Albums:

Hardcore Doo-Wop: In the Hallway-Under the Street Lamp (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Meet Marvelous Marilyn Maye/The Lamp Is Low (Marilyn Maye) · Life Under the Street Lamp (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Lamp Records Story (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Leaning on a Lamp Post: The Music of Noel Gay (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Aladdin & His Wonderful Lamp (Cliff Richard) · Leaning on a Lamp Post (George Formby) · Live at the Davy Lamp (Jez Lowe) · Keep Your Lamp Trimmed (Mississippi Fred McDowell) · The Genie of the Lamp (Mac Dre) – and 90 other albums »


Give me oil in my lamp
Keep me burning 
Give me oil in my lamp I pray
Give me oil in my lamp 
Keep me burning 
Keep me burning
Till the break
my cows and turn my stone
Till the big Grand Coullee boys come along

My eyes are crossed, my back's in a cramp
Tryin' to read my Bible by my coal-oil
me oil in my lamp
Keep me burning 'till the break of day
Give me oil in my lamp
Keep it burning 'till the break of day

Give me oil in my lamp
Give me oil in my lamp, keep me burning
Give me oil in my lamp, I pray
Give me oil in my lamp, keep me burning
Keep me burning till the break
Give me oil in my lamp, keep me burning
Give me oil in my lamp, I pray
Give me oil in my lamp, keep me burning
Keep me burning till the break
Well friends you know once I was took in by a girl with a twinkly eye
But the first time that I wasn't lookin' she ran off with a handsomer guy oh my
My name is King Cyrus, my order I give,
You Jews can go back to your home
To build your holy temple again
In the land of Palestine.

We've sung
a field, hoping to find some soil
He dug and he dug and, what do you think?
Oil, oil, oil
The money rolled in and I rolled out
With a fortune piled so
a field, hoping to find some soil
He dug and he dug and, what do you think?
Oil, oil, oil
The money rolled in and I rolled out
With a fortune piled so
a field, hoping to find some soil
He dug and he dug and, what do you think?
Oil, oil, oil
The money rolled in and I rolled out
With a fortune piled so
welcomed by the echo of the phrase
"I lift my lamp beside the golden door."

Blessed are the persecuted
And blessed are the pure in heart
Blessed are
really care, give me some gas and the open air    It's a bit old but it's mine, I mend it in my spare time  
Just last week I changed the oil, the rocker
give me some gas and the open air

It's a bit old but it's mine, I mend it in my spare time
Just last week I changed the oil, the rocker valves
above
I'll receive myself on Courtney Love
Today must be my lucky day
'Cause you got HIV (not me)
I'll take in a movie
I struck oil under my house
In Jesus name I wish somebody would just give him some praise
In the name of Jesus, is there anybody that could open up their mouth
And just begin
the reverie
Then they'll understand this was meant for me

This is my fate
I can almost hear 'em say

Let the lamps shine
Let em burn so bright
Open all
we are having, but it gives me such a pain,
I've brought my umbrella so of course it doesn't rain!

Well, hey'ho!
That's life!
What's new?
How's
Sometimes late at night
When the shadows made by street lamps
Cast a darkened silver light
You'll drift into my mind
Reminding me of all I've
numeral I be
Plus three describe me
My son move like the toad
Get drunk
Speak in codes
Throw a fiend in the sleeper hold
Got beef with the cold
Met
The imperial, industrial king got weight
Don't give a fuck
Like the poor part, we watch Heart To Heart
They used to push me in shuffle cards
Now I'm writing
Built in the belly of junk by the river my cabin stands
Made from the trash I dug out 'the heap, with my own fair hands
Every night, I'm back
if we still have power
But I've got a flashlight, an oil lamp and I'm ready to go
And a fresh set of batteries for my son's radio
If the dam really
I will offer up my life in spirit and truth
Pouring out the oil of love, as my worship to you
In surrender I must give my every part
Lord, receive
keen to give me checks
And his checks, I fear, means that Tex is here to stay

But I'm always true to you, darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always
the word of Ramseys and fry up a pan of these
Salute dawn when day breaks
And give me my checks with the same first name as the cape
I repeat salute dawn