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Tom turn around, I'll never let you down
Take me for your wife, please, take me for your wife

Tom Tom turn around, I'll never let you down

So Tom
crack
Crack, crack, Crackity Jones
Crack, crack, Crackity Jones
Crack, crack, Crackity Jones

Please forgive me
Jose Jones
You need these walls
crack
Crack, crack, Crackity Jones
Crack, crack, Crackity Jones
Crack, crack, Crackity Jones

Please forgive me
Jose Jones
You need these walls
Jose Jones
Told me alone
His story
He got friends
Like Paco Picopiedra
La muneca
He receives on his set
Crack crack crackity jones
Please
Jose jones
Told me alone
His story
He got friends 
Like Paco Picopiedra
La muneca
He receives on his set
Crack crack crackity Jones
Please
. 
Please, please cure me. 
Please, please cure me. 
Please, please cure me. 

Doctor Jones, Jones, 
Wake up now 
Doctor Jones, Jones, 
Wake up now
cure me. 
Please, please cure me. 
Please, please cure me. 
Please, please cure me. 
Doctor Jones, Jones - 
Wake up now 
Doctor Jones, Jones -
. 
Please, please cure me. 
Please, please cure me. 
Please, please cure me. 

Doctor Jones, Jones, 
Wake up now 
Doctor Jones, Jones, 
Wake up now
of my shoulders
I curl my tail in words
I set my clock on the moon
Vertebrae by vertebrae

Please release this pressure of me
Please release this
shoulders !
and the arms ooze out of my shoulders

I curl my tail
inwards, inwards
set my clock on the moon

vertebrae by vertebrae

please release
the Fannin Street women gonna kill me
Well, you might as well let me go'

Follow me down,
Follow me down,
Follow me down
By Mr Tom Hughes town

I went
the Fannin Street women gonna kill me
Well, you might as well let me go'

Follow me down,
Follow me down,
Follow me down
By Mr Tom Hughes town

I went
speaking of, 
My Mother's love, 
Please let me tell you Sir! 

No well on earth, 
Is deep enough to drown, 
The love I hold for her! 

Words and Music by
Holy God, You promised me Your peace
And I'm still here holding on
Please release me

Everything I want may not be what You want for me
Not as this world
old violin
And play it all you please.
For at this time tomorrow, boys,
It'll be of no use to me."

Hang your head, Tom Dooley,
Hang your head and cry;
the song

No one picks like Bill Monroe and don't George Jones sing great
I can tell that the people care by the people at my gate
Webb Pierce invites
the time
Hold on please behind those grey and lonely eyes
Hold on to me unforgotten by time
Tempt fate release reality is dawning escape
Someone now is
Blind by design, another stellar potential view has been destroyed, again

Not just unattainable, just

Release me, from what I've done
Release me
But release me from my bands
With the help of your good hands
Gentle breath of yours my sails
Must fill, or else my project fails,
Which was
took her life

Take down my old violin and play it as you please
At this time tomorrow, it'll be no use to me

I dug a grave four foot long, I dug
While we all stand by

We look back in anger
But you helped us to see
So brother up in heaven
Please wait up for me

Oh, brother up in heaven
Please wait
Hang your head, Tom Dooley,
Hang your head and cry;
You killed poor Laurie Foster,
And you know you're bound to die.
You left her by the roadside
shoulders
I curl my tail inwards, inwards
I set my clock on the moon
Vertebrae by vertebrae

Please release this pressure of me [Repeat x3]

Let off
My lifestyles crazy,I'm luxury lazy
So much gold that jewelry don't phase me
Coroless phone,eight or nine homes
Girlies on my Jammie with Ice-T
release me from my bands
With the help of your good hands
Gentle breath of yours my sails
Must fill, or else my project fails,
Which was to please. Now I