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More Great Dirt: The Best of the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band, Vol. 2 (The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band) · Twenty Years of Dirt: The Best of the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band (The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band) · Twenty Years of Dirt: The Best of the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band (The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band) · More Great Dirt: The Best of the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band, Vol. 2 (The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band) · The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band [1992 CEMA] (The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band) · Best of the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band [CMCapNash] (The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band) · The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band [1994 CEMA] (The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band) · An Introduction to the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band (The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band) · The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band [Collectables] (The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band) · The Best of the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band [Curb] (The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band) – and 90 other albums »


Mister Bojangles
Mister Bojangles
Mister Bojangles,
dance!

	
 	
 	
The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band was formed early 1966 with roots in folk and country
Mister Bojangles
Mister Bojangles
Mister Bojangles,
dance!

	
 	
 	
The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band was formed early 1966 with roots in folk and country
cent perfume

Big John is my name, playin' funky music is my claim to

Fame
From the big city, me and my band specialize in the
Nitty gritty
ain't got no money in pockets
But my taxes are payin for rockets
Some say, "Return to a dustbowl"
But the devil say, "Sacrifice a poor soul"
Now you
sprayed with the Uz
Just like mountain you're paying me dues
Murdering crews
By the twos and the fews

--(J.Nitty) "Watch your jewels
Pretty Tone's
mother funker, oh, yeah
She got the power to make you shake your rump
Do the bug

How 'bout a hand for my band

Oh, she's a funky, funky mother funker
I'm
to run the band
That's in command
You know who the fuck I am
Tim Dog, what's my muthafucking name
Tim Dog, that's my muthafucking game
So whether you
Innocent
Don't know if we're bless or curse
But I'm prepared for the best or the worse
I'll be there till you ride in the hurst
Trough the nitty gritty right
Seven years sure have flown by
I got no more tears and they are left to cry
When I did my sugar bad
I lost the best thing I ever had
And now I'm out
, (Luda) hey

[Ludacris]
I must admit that you are truly something special
So hop up in my vessel, let's wrestle like I'm The Rock (Rock)
Deep in your
in my pity
Now let's get to the nitty gritty
June reminds me of my first ditty played unique
Still 16 and feeling horny
Point the sky and feel free
to run the band
That's in command
You know who the fuck I am
Tim Dog, what's my muthafucking name
Tim Dog, that's my muthafucking game
So whether you
And all my niggaz on them cell blocks
We goin' are-you-double-F are-why-D-E

You can't fuck with my army
My niggaz is untouchable, eatin' niggaz like
Oh shit mutherfuckas step to the rear and cheer
'Cause Tim Dog is here
Let's get down to the nitty gritty
And talk about a bullshit city
Talking
felt the pain
It was nockin down my flesh by the pound
But that's what happens 
when you be fuckin around in the graveyard, dawg

Come
the city,
The nitty gritty, always together like titties.
By any chance that I do get burnt,
You better believe that I'm comin' back, just like a tax
So either get loose, or you aught to get lost
Cause I'm just about ready to do my thing
Cause I'm the stone cold, New York, Rap Machine
I'm 'a give you
weaponry
Battle strategy, bishop cover angles
Knights move next, L shapes, the vortex
Forces break down, now I got the nitty gritty
You think it's
child, I'm speakin' upon the nitty gritty 
I'm a dog, here Kitty Kitty

Zippidy-doo-dah, a zippidy-zippidy-day 
Unzip your zipper baby, and come my way
in my pity
Now let's get to the nitty gritty
June reminds me of my first ditty played unique
Still 16 and feeling horny
Point the sky and feel free
like Uncle Sam 
Let's knock boots, let's knock boots right down to the nitty gritty

With every drind 'n every blink you seem to get more pretty 
So
your shoes into the dirt

Trying hard to get back
Runnin' on the stones
Put you on my shoulders
We can be the only one
See the world's still
tell you life is full of dirt.
And the women never really faint, 
And the villans always blink their eyes.
And the children are the only ones who
tell you life is full of dirt.
And the women never really faint, 
And the villans always blink their eyes.
And the children are the only ones who
Standin' on a corner,
Suitcase in my hand.
Jack's in his car, says to Jane, who's in her vest,
Me, honey, I'm in a rock n' roll band.
Ridin' in