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Albums:

Black Lion Connoisseur/Lions Abroad, Vol. 2: Lion on the Keys (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Black Keys [EP] (The Six Parts Seven) · Lonely Blue Boy (Conway Twitty) · Lonely Boy (The Black Keys) · Lonely Planet Boy (Jobriath) · Mr. Lonely/Country Boy (Bobby Vinton) · Lonely Boy [Single] (Paul Anka) · Lonely Blue Boy (Conway Twitty) · Black Hair Black Eyes Black Suit (Hugh Cornwell) · Black on Black: A Tribute to Black Flag [2006] (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


Stop the bus 
I want to be lonely 
When seconds pass slowly 
And years go flying by 
You gotta stop the bus 
We get off here 
Enough's enough
Yesterday the circus left town in a suitcase
Rimmed with little key chain hearts
And they tore those giant tents down

Lions in the pouring rain
passed me by one thing stayed the same
When I'm feeling lonely, when I'm feeling blue
I crank up some of that good ol' honkey, Lord I think of you.
turn the key

I think that you're afraid to look in my eyes
You look a little sad boy, I wonder why
I follow you around but you can't see
You're too
the key

Open your heart with the key
One is such a lonely number

Ah, ah, ah, ah
Open your heart, I'll make you love me
It's not that hard, if you
with the key
One is such a lonely number

Ah, ah, ah, ah
Open your heart, I'll make you love me
It's not that hard, if you just turn the key

Don't try
Stop the bus
I wanna be lonely
When seconds pass slowly
And years go flying by
You gotta stop the bus
I'll get off here
Enough's enough
the key

Open your heart with the key
One is such a lonely number

Ah, ah, ah, ah
Open your heart, I'll make you love me
It's not that hard, if you
Stop the bus
I want to be lonely
When seconds pass slowly
And years go flying by
You gotta stop the bus
I'll get off here
Enough's enough
I'm
[Chorus]
That don't make me a bad guy
Don't scar my resume
Don't you give me a black eye
Judgin' by my day-to-day
He's in love with
about to bust your bubble like a tree lord
Too much marijuana got me p-noid
I'm killing instrumentals with that All So Simple Can It Be, boy
Shout to Lil
look-a-there, a-honey
A-ooo-wee
Baby, way over there by the apple tree

(harmonica & instrumental)

Now, look-a-there
She's a solid sender, Jack!
Now,
the room keys,
They know all his words by heart, by heart and they all sing

Lovely girl won't you stay, won't you stay, stay with me
All my life I was
on the mike it's like propaganda, no doubt
"Boy you should've known by now"

Compton's in the house
Yeah, it's time to put Compton on the map, don't ever
Stop the bus
I want to be lonely
When seconds pass slowly
And years go flying by
You gotta stop the bus
I'll get off here
Enough's enough
I'm
the pikes must be together at the rising of the moon
And come tell me Sean O'Farrell, where the gathering is to be
At the old spot by the river quite well
blue
Cause loving you is all I can do

Hey good-looking boys, gather around
The sidewalk papers gutter-press you down
All those lies can be so
blue
'Cause loving you is all I can do
Hey good-looking boys - gather around
The sidewalk papers gutter-press you down
All those lies can be so
'Cause loving you is all I can do
Hey good-looking boys, gather around
The sidewalk papers gutter-press you down
All those lies can be so unkind,
They
He was just a Texas cowhand,
One that knew his stuff
His eyes were black,
His face was tan,
His hands were broad and rough.

Tough as an old
the key

Open your heart with the key
One is such a lonely number

Ah, ah, ah, ah
Open your heart, I'll make you love me
It's not that hard, if you
Now I'm lookin' for they family and pile up the war bat
If I ain't a hot boy then what do you call that
Nigga disrespect me I'mma be in all black
Now I'm lookin' for they family and pile up the war bat
If I ain't a hot boy then what do you call that
Nigga disrespect me I'mma be in all black
I still remember Miss Bessie singing
Black, wrinkled fingers on ivory keys
Just five years old, my church shoes a dangling
Yeah, she's long gone
really hard to choose
Between a pair of black and a pair of brown shoes

When I'm high on batwings
Up by the silvery moon
I think of a certain sad