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Meet Marvelous Marilyn Maye/The Lamp Is Low (Marilyn Maye) · Hardcore Doo-Wop: In the Hallway-Under the Street Lamp (Hutchinson, Hutch) · 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 »


looked at his water and his water was low
He looked at his watch and his watch was slow
He turned to his frieman and this is what he said
"Boy, we're
Reno hill
He whistled for the crossing with an awful shrill
The switchman knew by the engine's moan
That the man at the throttle was Casey Jones
When
the camera do its dirty work down there in the dark
Sink low, rise high, bring back some blurry pictures to remember all your darker moments by

Permanent
and low
Underneath the lamp post by the barrack's gate
Standing all alone every night you see her wait
She waits for the boy who marched away
rankers there
Jack Donohue and co
And some dark night, when everything
Is silent in the town
I'll shoot those tyrants one and all
I'll gun the flogger down
lamp
But my wick is burning low
I ain't no lamp
But my wick is burning low

Better light me up another
Before I go

On my way home
By that
and low
Underneath the lamp post by the barrack's gate
Standing all alone every night you see her wait
She waits for her boy who marched away and though
of love in all its glory
They tell when the lights are soft an' low

Underneath the lamp post by the brigades
Standing all alone every night you'll see
a tale of love in all it's glory, 
they tell when the lights are soft an' low! 
 
Underneath the lamp post by the brigades 
standing all alone every
a tale of love in all it's glory, 
They tell when the lights are soft an' low! 

Underneath the lamp post by the brigades 
Standing all alone every
the pleasure's all mine
Truck driver's sweetheart I'm proud of the name
Being their friend that's my claim to fame
Cheering them up when their spirit is low
disappear
I feel excitement is here

Kids in cars were cruisin' by
The big bright moon
Smiles in the sky
Music playin' that portable sound
Everybody's
betta put a low jack on yo hoe mane

I just call her boo
I think her name is Shawna
What I really know bout the girl that drive the Honda. 
I just call
of Louis Vuittons do I have to have
Before Jim Jones is gonna fucking talk to me
I like, I wanna give him his own hashtag or something
Like Jim Jones
the brown with a pint of lean
It takes grinding to be a king
It takes grinding to be a king
First Round Draft Picks coming
Who is Mike Jones coming
Slab
shapes emerged,
Broke loose and howled

My midnight lamp burn dim with shame
In heaven the moon is low
Betraying sharer of its secret flame arise and go
mad stable
No room for error, injury proves fatal
Hundred ton air-jack, quickly raise the steel
After blowin' out the belt drive, Math' change
(Slavens)
Back home it's the same
Things are very slow to change
By the time the news comes in from L.A.
The latest fad is already passe (hey, hey)
juggle
The heavy load made it explode to mad rubble
I thought of this tune on a blackout guided by the light of the moon
On a camp-out, the kerosine lamp
to mouth
  resuscitation to a horse fly
In a way, I suppose you could say
  my experience is quite limited
For example, I never locked Oliver
  Cromwell
Except for "The Ripper"
Or if you like "Jack The Knife"

Any back alley street
Is where we'll probably meet
Underneath a gas lamp
Where the air's
rag side by side 
Flying low and flying wide 
Well six times six is thirty six 
But I ain't gonna hit but six more licks
a tale of love in all it's glory, 
they tell when the lights are soft an' low! 
 
Underneath the lamp post by the brigades 
standing all alone every
Pictures on the walls of your room
Gonna help you play the parts
Of your ever changing mood.
Lying low
The cast is set around your bones
When all you ever
the brown with a pint of lean
It takes grinding to be a king
It takes grinding to be a king
First Round Draft Picks coming
Who is Mike Jones coming
Slab