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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 »


my cows and turn my stone
Till the big Grand Coullee boys come along

My eyes are crossed, my back's in a cramp
Tryin' to read my Bible by my coal-oil
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]
up most the beer everytime

By nine o'clock got a half case between us
Pull into the quick pick Lendell had to have some smoke
There sit Susie in
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
I've been driving in my car, it's not quite a Jaguar  
I bought it in Primrose Hill from a bloke from Brazil  
It was made in fifty-nine in
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
I've been driving in my car, it's not quite a Jaguar
I bought it in Primrose Hill from a bloke from Brazil
It was made in fifty-nine in a factory
I've been driving in my car, it's not quite a Jaguar
I bought it in Primrose Hill from a bloke from Brazil
It was made in fifty-nine in a factory
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
kill ya, I'll chop ya up
Put ya inside the mattress like drug money nigga

Yeah, I done told you niggaz 9 or 10 times stop fuckin' with me
I done
kill ya, I'll chop ya up
Put ya inside the mattress like drug money nigga

Yeah, I done told you niggas
9 or 10 times stop fucking with me
I done
kill ya, I'll chop ya up
Put ya inside the mattress like drug money nigga

Yeah, I done told you niggas
9 or 10 times stop fucking with me
I done
Ten fierce soldiers
Marched through the driving rain
Hearts set on bloody vengeance
Without a face or name
They had poison on their breath

Saw
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
[Chorus: x2]
Slidin' on that oil, got me leanin' to the side.
Hittin' switches, got me leanin' in my ride.
I'm comin' down, Grill's so icy
I'm
Life can pass you by
Baby I'll make you fly

[Chorus-x4]
and a windy morn'
It was along towards nine or ten,
A couple of boys on the hunt of a job
They stood that blizzardy wind.
Hungry and cold they knocked
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
Washington 

Otis empties out the trunk
On the steps of that celebrated dump
Sleazing by the sea
Bow down to her royal travesty
In her ballrooms heads