Search results for oil 8 by oil 10

We've found 192 lyrics, 4 artists, and 26 albums matching oil 8 by oil 10:

Artists:

Midnight Oil · Oil · Oil · Oil on Canvas


Albums:

Oil City Confidential (Dr. Feelgood) · Oil & Gold (Shriekback) · Midnight Oil (Jerome Richardson) · The Right Combination/Burning the Midnight Oil (Dolly Parton) · If He Is Protecting Our Nation... Then Who Will Protect Big Oil, Our Children? (Of Montreal) · Wipe the Windows, Check the Oil, Dollar Gas (The Allman Brothers Band) · Oil on Canvas (Japan) · Beggar's Oil (Kelly Joe Phelps) · Midnight Oil (Jerome Richardson) · Wizald Oil (Paul Dandy) – and 16 other albums »


The work is hard til layin' by
Layin' by til pickin' time
Layin' by til pickin' time

It's hard to see by the coal-oil light
And I turn it off purty
hope; now the people's feet soaked in oil (?)
So the youth is doing drive-bys through speed boats (?)
They kidnap the workers, they blowing up
business
Too much monkey business
For me to be in by ten

Someone talkin' to me
Tryin' to run me up a creek
Says you can buy it
C'mon try it
You can
The work is hard til layin' by
Layin' by til pickin' time
Layin' by til pickin' time

It's hard to see by the coal-oil light
And I turn it off purty
close our eyes
And the oil on the water matches the rainbow
In the sky [Repeat: x4]
Gravitational forces
The time is 8:45
Fifteen minutes shy of competing the 4-hour sound check
It usually takes an hour and a half

The room
the wife?
Got to run!
Oh my!
Ta-ta!
Olive oil!
Goodbye!


Ten years went quickly by for both these subste-antial men,
And then it happened that one
In the silver morning hollow
Trembling and getting old
Smelling burnt oil of heaven
About ten years, too big to hold

She don't get up when I
Cleveland game and two fishing poles and watch with me from the shore
Ghostly steel and iron ore ships coming home

[Repeat: x4]
Where I am paralyzed by
the wife?
Got to run!
Oh my!
Ta-ta!
Olive oil!
Goodbye!


Ten years went quickly by for both these subste-antial men,
And then it happened that one
the wife?
Got to run!
Oh my!
Ta-ta!
Olive oil!
Goodbye!


Ten years went quickly by for both these subste-antial men,
And then it happened that one
the wife?
Got to run!
Oh my!
Ta-ta!
Olive oil!
Goodbye!

Ten years went quickly by for both these subste-antial men,
And then it happened that one day
by just like she does every night at 8
She's leaving on the 10:05 tomorrow morning it'll be too late

Maybe it's the spark plug, or the gas he
a hoin' corn.
Mommy rocked the babies at night,
And read the Bible by the coal oil light,
And ever' thing would start all over come break of morn.
rocked the babies at night
And read the Bible by the coal oil light
And ever' thing would start all over come break of morn

Daddy loved and raised eight
a hoin' corn.
Mommy rocked the babies at night,
And read the Bible by the coal oil light,
And ever' thing would start all over come break of morn.
a hoin' corn.
Mommy rocked the babies at night,
And read the Bible by the coal oil light,
And ever' thing would start all over come break of morn.
One-fifty-eight Lewis Avenue 
Between Lafayette and Van Buren, that was back during 
The days of hangin on my Bed-Stuy block 
With Spence
a hoin' corn.
Mommy rocked the babies at night,
And read the Bible by the coal oil light,
And ever' thing would start all over come break of morn.
rocked the babies at night
And read the Bible by the coal oil light
And ever' thing would start all over come break of morn

Daddy loved and raised eight
And angry words are spoken

The milk's gone bad
And the phone rings once and stops
A sign on the door says open
3000 miles
Time to change the oil (x
rocked the babies at night
And read the Bible by the coal oil light
And ever' thing would start all over come break of morn

Daddy loved and raised eight
Snake oil
At the dog and pony show
In the garden gee
Would you pardon me
And by the way how does it grow
The explanation's unexplainable
Holding
it raw and hardcore 
Five six, you're beating us with nightsticks 
Seven eight, I'm forced to pack a thirty-eight 
Nine ten, you put me in a pen; if
I know a lot of folks who are extremely loyal
To a banjo or a nice guitar
But I prefer a greasy can of olive oil
With a broken broom handle by far