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THE KING IS COMING
(Bill Gaither - Gloria Gaither - Charley Millhoff)
« © '71 Gaither Music »


The market place is empty no more traffic in
were taken by surprise
So Captain Marvel zapped him right between the eyes

All the children sing
Hey, Bungalow Bill
What did you kill
Bungalow Bill
and his elephants were taken by surprise
So Captain Marvel zapped him right between the eyes

All the children sing
Hey, Bungalow Bill
What did you
mom
He's the all American bullet-headed saxon mother's son.
All the children sing

Hey Bungalow Bill
What did you kill
Bungalow Bill?

Deep in
Concerning that great speckled bird
Blue moon of Kentucky keep on shining
They were the sweetest songs I ever heard

I wanta sing about
The thing that make me
his mom
He's the all American bullet-headed saxon mother's son.
All the children sing 

Hey Bungalow Bill
What did you kill
Bungalow Bill
and his elephants were taken by surprise
So Captain Marvel zapped him right between the eyes

All the children sing
Hey, Bungalow Bill
What did you
and his elephants were taken by surprise
So Captain Marvel zapped him right between the eyes

All the children sing
Hey, Bungalow Bill
What did you
and his elephants were taken by surprise
So Captain Marvel zapped him right between the eyes

All the children sing
Hey, Bungalow Bill
What did you
hands are fit to use 
I'll drink my beer in a tavern
Sing a little bit of these working man blues

I keep my nose on the grindstone, I work hard every
to use
I'll drink my beer in a tavern,
Sing a little bit of these workin' man blues

I keep my nose on the grindstone, I work hard every day
Might get
hands are fit to use 
I'll drink my beer in a tavern
Sing a little bit of these working man blues

I keep my nose on the grindstone, I work hard every
to use 
I'll drink my beer in a tavern
Sing a little bit of these working man blues

I keep my nose on the grindstone, I work hard every day
Might get
All sweet surprise, 
Shines before our eyes, 
While we're young! 

 

Music by Alec Wilder and Morty Palitz 
With lyrics by Bill Engvick , 1943
a little beer that evening and sing a little bit of these working man blues
Sometimes I think about leavin' do a little bummin' around
I wanna throw my bills
two hands are fit to use
I'll drink a little beer in a tavern 
I'll sing a little bit of these workin' man blues.

I'll keep my nose
mom
He's the all American bullet-headed saxon mother's son.
All the children sing

Hey Bungalow Bill
What did you kill
Bungalow Bill?

Deep in
to use 
I'll drink my beer in a tavern, 
Sing a little bit of these working man blues

I keep my nose on the grindstone, I work hard every day
Might
to use
I'll drink my beer in a tavern,
Sing a little bit of these working man blues
I keep my nose on the grindstone, I work hard every day
Might get
to use 
I'll drink my beer in a tavern
Sing a little bit of these working man blues

I keep my nose on the grindstone, I work hard every day
Might get
life

There's a place where mornings are an endless blue
And you feel mother nature along with you
Where simple people livin' side by side
Still
a little beer that evening and sing a little bit of these working man blues
Sometimes I think about leavin' do a little bummin' around
I wanna throw my bills
to use 
I'll drink my beer in a tavern
Sing a little bit of these working man blues

I keep my nose on the grindstone, I work hard every day
Might get
Center Of My Joy
Words and Music by Gloria Gaither, Richard Smallwood

Jesus You're the center of my joy
All that's good and perfect
Comes from
two hands are fit to use
I'll drink a little beer in a tavern and sing a little bit of these workin' man blues
Sometimes I think about leavin' do