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Bluer Than Thou (Charlie Morris) · The Very Best of Michael Johnson: Bluer Than Blue (Michael Johnson) · Plus Bleu Que Tes Yeux (Bluer Than Your Eyes) (Charles Aznavour) · The Bluer Side (Rich Chapman) · The Grass Is Always Bluer (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Playlist: The Very Best of Alan Jackson (Alan Jackson) · Pickin' on Alan Jackson (Pickin' On) · A Tribute to Alan Jackson (The Country Dance Kings) · Playlist: The Very Best of Alan Jackson (Alan Jackson) · The Essential Alan Jackson (Alan Jackson) – and 90 other albums »


That big talkin' man and his little five piece band
Just taught her what I didn't know how
Gosh, I hate Alan Jackson

Now I'm his openin' act
Oh, I love
bit, everyday
Get by just a little bit, just a little bit, that way
Let go, let go now that you've gone

Bluer, than the blue devils
Bluer than this pale
a little bluer than that

When you look out in the morning you might see
Clouds rollin' by like memories
And a big old sky above you lookin' back
You
a little bluer than that

When you look out in the morning you might see
Clouds rollin' by like memories
And a big old sky above you lookin' back
You
Like us all you want, the very best advice
A car, a house a neighborhood, that's nice
Flowers and trees and lots of little kids around
Where
my baby does, I know I love her.

The soft summer breeze fills her every sigh
Her eyes are bluer than the summer sky.

I been felt by the graces
happy memories
Since you're gone as time goes by I seem to miss you more
And to me each day gets bluer than the day before
The only way that I can put
than this
Then you could wrap me in a blanket
And steal a kiss
Then we could go into town
To that little coffee shop
Go sit under the stars, up
"Boy, ain't you got any other songs than these?" 
I go walkin' after midnight, goin' where the lonely go 
I got heartaches by the number, hear that
When he noticed her at the door

An' she said, "Mister, there's a phone here you can use"
An' her hair was brown an' her eyes were bluer than blue
healin'! {It's real!}
It's real! {It's real!} It's real!
It's realer than real, realer than real

It's a sick world that we live in, let some tell it
of the action 
Man they start rememberin more times than Michael Jackson 

But I can't fade to the tag-alongs 
That want me to drag em on 
Frontin like
(Monster Crack)

1986 - return of the horror flicks
More deadly than _The Omen_, a killer and a showman
Like the devil in _The Excorcist_
But this
the story that Michael
Jackson, in a effort to
Retain his youthful look and feminine vocal characteristics had his
Testicles surgically removed,
Thereby
Swing, you get up and dance and do your own thing
Cause I got the groove to make your eardrums ring
And I bring this, to all the party people that
Now who you know leave the scene
Messier than canvas's by Jackson Pollock
Throwing multicolored thoughts at a rapid pace
I make a mess you dissect
Y:John Quincy Adams was number six 
And it's Andrew Jackson's butt he kicked 
So Jackson learns to play politics 
Next time he's the one that
over the rainbow
I write rhymes that jam more than jelly
So call me the Arthur without the Fonzarelli, or Nelly
'Cause I am so bad when it comes
than Jackson
So you better ask somebody that know me
If they real they gon' tell ya what's real
If they fake they gon' soldier hate
I can freestyle about
hip-hop was good
There lived a little boy who was misled
By a little Sha-tan and this is what he said
"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash
Jacking
you,
Give him constant satisfaction,
Suckin' more dick than Latoya Jackson.
Her father even raped her too, that's another one,
Matter of fact, I think
speeding
She was doing lays before she started bleeding
What makes a bitch want to act in this fashion?
Pulled more stunts than my man Action Jackson
speeding
She was doing lays before she started bleeding
What makes a bitch want to act in this fashion?
Pulled more stunts than my man Action Jackson
still getting bodied for foams

Sometimes the truth don't rhyme
Sometime the lies get millions of views
Funerals for little girls, is that appealing
little kids get hit by strays
Cause muthafuckas can't act they age
Before you learn how to shoot, better learn how to aim
There's already enough of our