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Waitin' For The Train To Come In
Peggy Lee
Comment on the disk holder:
"Peggy Lee's wistful Waitin' For The Train To Come In, which touched
The Lancers (#6), 
  Patti Page (#8), Sunny Gale (#17), and Peggy Lee (#26)
- Words and Music by Jenny Lou Carson and Al Hill


(Go . . . go . . . go)
The Lancers (#6), 
  Patti Page (#8), Sunny Gale (#17), and Peggy Lee (#26)
- Words and Music by Jenny Lou Carson and Al Hill


(Go . . . go . . . go)
Now i went out last Sunday with my little Mary Anne
She said please stay 'till Monday and she grabbed me by the can
She laid a big one on me-
versions by Peggy Lee (# 2), Bing Crosby 
(#14), and Burl Ives (# 21) were all charted as just "Riders In the Sky"
Later, The Ramrods took it to # 30 in
versions by Peggy Lee (# 2), Bing Crosby 
(#14), and Burl Ives (# 21) were all charted as just "Riders In the Sky"
Later, The Ramrods took it to # 30 in
versions by Peggy Lee (# 2), Bing Crosby 
(#14), and Burl Ives (# 21) were all charted as just "Riders In the Sky"
Later, The Ramrods took it to # 30 in
featuring Tracey Lee 



[Changing Faces] 

Chillin' at home thinking about what we gon' do 

What are we in this for 

'cause we ain't in
That you were looking at me baby by the Ferris wheel

I know you’re cool but you think that you’re chocolate
Get off my nerves, 'cause I still got a soft
my place by the wrought iron gate
Too afraid and ashamed to advance

Today I walked through the snow
And found a field of headstones
They were in rows
the largest liar that was ever created
You and Pinocchio are brotherly related
Full of criss-crossed fits, you lie all the time
Your tongue should be
hate every single movie by that midget Spike Lee 

I hate people that think I care what they think 

I hate people that think their ass don't stink
lick you from head to toe 
Real slow
'Cause ever since I was young I could keep girls sprung 
Just by the movement of my tongue 
I remember it all
in the Armpit of the Americas
Four dumb hicks from hunger, we got ripped off by these assholes
At a Fort Lee garage, they didn't weld that
off the Platron Tequila
Put on my Lee's and the original Fila's
Sedated from L's, 380 cocked, naked ladies laid up in tails
Like Whodini I chose,
'cause they riches ain't like my riches

A yo, I'm Murphey Lee the school boy
The civilized jewel boy
I got not one, two, three, four, five, but six
just 'fore dawn."

"You got something to tell me, tell it to me, man
Come to the point as straight as you can"
"Old Henry Lee, chief of the clan
Came
grammar when I'm injured with a hammer,
But I've a preference for the deference of a metaphor.

I've read the Odyssey by Homer and the Iliad as well,
I
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
like my riches

A yo, I'm Murphey Lee the school boy
The civilized jewel boy
I got not one, two, three, four, five, but six whores
For equality, Vokal,
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
and Mary
Girl you don't know
What you do to me
(Lord have mercy)
Ain't no doubt about it
When she walk by
Tongues hang out
Eyes pop out the socket
and Mary
Girl you don't know
What you do to me
(Lord have mercy)
Ain't no doubt about it
When she walk by
Tongues hang out
Eyes pop out the socket
with the 1-2
Teks, flex raps like Bruce Lee flex the kung-fu
Look at my tongue, do it what it feel like, get ill-like
that fat nigga my game is all-skirt
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin