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Billy "Crash" Craddock [MCA/Universal] (Billy "Crash" Craddock) · The Best of Billy "Crash" Craddock (Billy "Crash" Craddock) · Crash: Music from and Inspired by Crash (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Sing Sing Sing (Roberto Gatto) · Sing, Sing, Sing [Bluebird] (Benny Goodman) · Sing! Sing! Sing! (New York Voices) · Sing, Sing, Sing [Bluebird] (Benny Goodman) · Sing, Sing, Sing: Live at the Fujitsu-Festival 1992 (Mel Tormé) · Sing! Sing! Sing! (New York Voices) · Sing, Sing, Sing (The Andrews Sisters) – and 90 other albums »


"Well, Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
And Mama said it was
"Well Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
'n' Mama said it was
"Well Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
'N' Mama said it was
"Well Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
'N' Mama said it was
joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits please 
there's 5 more acres in the lower 40 i got to plow 
mama said was a shame about billy joe
Well, Billy Joe never had a lick of sense; pass the biscuits, please
There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow
And mama said it was
Well, Billy Joe never had a lick of sense; pass the biscuits, please
There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow
And mama said it was
"Well Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
'n' Mama said it was
"Well Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
'n' Mama said it was
"Well Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
'n' Mama said it was
Well, Billy Joe never had a lick of sense; pass the biscuits, please
There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow
And mama said it was
Ridge"
"Today Billy Joe Mac Allister
Jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge"

Papa said to Mama as he passed
Around the black eyed peas
"Well, Billy Joe never
"Well Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
'n' Mama said it was
Choctaw Ridge
Today Billie Joe Macallister jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge"

Papa said to Mama as he passed around the blackeyed peas
"Well, Billy
"Well, Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
And Mama said it was
"Well Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
'n' Mama said it was
Me and Billy Joe Taylor joined each other at the hip
I loved him like the brother I never had
He was my go-to-guy on 3rd and 10, made me look good
no least, she had me for some cash
The love of my life's now a ghost in the past
Crash landed in the worst place
I guess for some folk, everyday ain't
to be your lover, ain't no liar
Rosalita, you're my stone desire, alright

Now, I know your mama, she don't like me, 'cause I play in a rock and roll
like a bass drum
I heard Cupid in my ear
He said he never saw better
I gave him a straight shot
And it hit me like a moving truck
Oh, like an atom
to be your lover, ain't no liar
Rosalita, you're my stone desire, alright

Now, I know your mama, she don't like me, 'cause I play in a rock and roll
to be your lover, ain't no liar
Rosalita, you're my stone desire, alright

Now, I know your mama, she don't like me, 'cause I play in a rock and roll
alright?
Cigarette buts in a coffee cup, can someone please call my phone?
And we swing by a CBS, I left my contact solution at home

Goodbye summer
Ooo, ooo, ooo
Yes, it's true that some men have it all
While me and the rest just crash and burn
Ooo, ooo, Ooo

You keep telling me something
But I
dream, New Orleans, Mississippi River running over me
Pretty mama come and take me by the hand
Don't mock what you don't understand
It's a southern