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Silhouette Jane measures rain in a cracked cup on the sill
In Embry's last photograph he disappears over a hill
Darrell Dotson waits in the grass
fact all the people with soul in this

A little Mahalia Jackson in there
One more Lucille, take it easy now

You know, I've met a lot of you months
Parody of Jackson by Johnny Cash (G. Rogers/E. Weeler), Bexhill Music Corp. (ASCAP)/Quarter Music Inc. (ASCAP)
New lyrics by Cledus T. judd and Chris
Sammy, a little
Ray Charles, in fact all the people with soul in
This.

A little Mahalia Jackson in there.

One more, Lucille!

Take it easy now.
Alice in Wonderland
How do you get to Wonderland
Over the hill or underland
Or just behind the tree

When clouds go rolling by
They roll away
Express
On the Jackson Park Express

I cleared my throat quietly, and then, I looked away
And I'm sure it was obvious to her, just what I was trying to say
just slip in there and bring out all that loot
But Ritz was taken by surprise, couple of unsuspectin' guys
And they left poor Jackson inside
the tattooed lady
When her muscles start relaxin'
Up the hill comes Andrew Jackson
Lydia, oh! Lydia, that "Encyclopedia" 
Oh! Lydia, the champ of them all
spoke
And the gospel music
The voice of Mahalia Jackson came through the ether
Oh my common one with the coat so old
And the light in the head
Said,
to them
They said, "Jackson, boy, they'll get you by and by"

Depression settin' in
Desp'rate, cool and quick
Jackson learned the ropes out
OLD TIME ROCK AND ROLL
Writers George Jackson, Thomas Jones

Just take those old records off the shelf
I'll sit and listen to 'em by myself
Today's
the tattooed lady
When her muscles start relaxin'
Up the hill comes Andrew Jackson
Lydia, oh! Lydia, that "Encyclopedia" 
Oh! Lydia, the champ of them all
the tattooed lady
When her muscles start relaxin'
Up the hill comes Andrew Jackson
Lydia, oh! Lydia, that "Encyclopedia" 
Oh! Lydia, the champ of them all
bangin' just like a loose cannon!
Blaow!  you better park, niggaz I spark
Niggaz like sharp niggaz I stay up rippin' shit apart
Niggaz float over water
the tattooed lady
When her muscles start relaxin'
Up the hill comes Andrew Jackson
Lydia, oh! Lydia, that "Encyclopedia" 
Oh! Lydia, the champ of them all
the tattooed lady
When her muscles start relaxin'
Up the hill comes Andrew Jackson
Lydia, oh! Lydia, that "Encyclopedia" 
Oh! Lydia, the champ of them all
Collier lads for ever more, me boys
Byker Hill and Walker Shore, me lads
Collier lads for ever more

Me, Ginny, she sits over late up
Me, Ginny, she sits
the tattooed lady
When her muscles start relaxin'
Up the hill comes Andrew Jackson
Lydia, oh! Lydia, that "Encyclopedia" 
Oh! Lydia, the champ of them all
Collier lads for ever more, me boys
Byker Hill and Walker Shore, me lads
Collier lads for ever more

Me, Ginny, she sits over late up
Me, Ginny, she sits
It's just a hill of beans to some
Bums talking 6-figure shit, while they taking their lump
See I grew up on the hill
But still I keep ready
Had
to Jackson Square

I met you on Decatur Street
With your little bare feet and your violin
I was walking by with my guitar in my hand
You smiled at me and I
outfit
I got me a haircut and shave
I'd trek through the snow

For no good reason
Just to go by her cabin each day
I don't know about love
But I was
the tattooed lady
When her muscles start relaxin'
Up the hill comes Andrew Jackson
Lydia, oh! Lydia, that "Encyclopedia" 
Oh! Lydia, the champ of them all
the tattooed lady
When her muscles start relaxin'
Up the hill comes Andrew Jackson
Lydia, oh! Lydia, that "Encyclopedia" 
Oh! Lydia, the champ of them all
the tattooed lady
When her muscles start relaxin'
Up the hill comes Andrew Jackson
Lydia, oh! Lydia, that "Encyclopedia" 
Oh! Lydia, the champ of them all