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the wagon wait for the wagon
Wait for the wagon and we'll all take a ride

Now it's every Sunday morning dear when I'm by your side
Hop into the wagon and all
would Bob do?

I was knocking on the pearly gates, made of precious stone
Looked kind of other worldly, inside there was a throne
I was let in by
the haven 
Promised by the father 

Jaksa chula harjo 
Jaksa chula harjo 
Jaksa chula harjo 

The red sticks first and 
The dancing ghosts were
Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what
Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what to do
When the doctor tells him to
Quit your drinking, now's the time
brave it's said 
His engine is a shiny red 
If there's a fire anywhere about 
Well, I'll be sure to put it out 

Bob and Anything Muppet #2: 
'Cause
we called western swing
It don't matter who's in Austin,Bob Wills is still the king

Lord i can still remember,the way things were back then
In
and none of my own.
Whoopee ti yi yo, get along, little doggie. You know that Wyoming will be your new home. (Chorus)

It's early in the spring when they
child to pick up some instrument
'Cause if you're mad at your dad or mum, you can grab it and strum
Eat your cabbage and corn, by the time you're done
You
tip your hat to the ladies in the rose of San Antone

I grew up on music that we call western swing
It don't matter whose in Austin, Bob Wills is
Tears from your eyes
I'm red, red, red, redder than red
Can you dig it? [dread, dread, dread, dreader than dread]
I'm dreader than dread now
I won't
Kickin ass, & bustin heads 
Red suspenders 
Once a day he shaves his head 
But will he ever walk the line?(x4) 

(skating/beetboping for a bit) 
Bob!
Kickin ass, & bustin heads 
Red suspenders 
Once a day he shaves his head 
But will he ever walk the line?(x4) 

(skating/beetboping for a bit) 
Bob!
Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what
Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what to do
When the doctor tells him to
Quit your drinking, now's the time
doggies you know that Wyoming will be your new home
[ guitar ]
Now, early in spring we'll round up the doggies
Mark 'em and brand 'em and bob off their
Missouri forget about your kin

Matilda it's too bad your baby's gone
But he's rested in his cradle by the river
Neath a simple grave of stone

Matilda
Kickin ass, & bustin heads 
Red suspenders 
Once a day he shaves his head 
But will he ever walk the line?(x4) 

(skating/beetboping for a bit) 
Bob!
Kickin' your ass, for the past
Three and a half minutes, you been in it to win it
So you defin-in-it-itely need to bob your head

And I say!
I'd like
Girl, this rubbled mess was caused by my neglect.
Of course, I'll pay and by the way, my dear,
Here comes Bob!
I ain't subtle in my ways of making
timepiece will make it all right
Sing songs of the mountains, Cowboy's Delight

By Bob Carpenter and David Holster
With a picture by Sam a painting by John
And a bonnie black hoss to lead you along
Lucky green wagon you were raggedy brown
Now there is red
They sho' is blinded by the light!
(Crazy!)

Bob your head crazy, bob your head crazy
Hip-hop, hip-hop turned crack from the era of crack babies
Bob
Wants to keep me far from You
If it wasn't for Your love that holds me
I would give in to the
Magnet of the world
When a compass pulled by magnetism
From Austin up to Dallas, Amarillo to El Paso
You can here bob wills bill mack and me on your radio

Don't ask me why I'm going to Texas
It's just
bringing me misery

Little red wagon
Little red bike
I ain't no monkey but I know what I like
I like the way you love me strong and slow
I'm takin' you with
Words by Bob Hartman

Well I don't care what some may say
Gonna stand up for the Lord today
Well I don't care if they all know
Gonna let the Lord's