Lyrics:
In faded gabardine he used to stand
Down by the Union Station with that ol' hat in his hand.
A banjo-pickin' devil, a singin' rag-time saint.
guitar
The truth is known the drums they roll
Loop the loop on the old banjo
Say no no no
Say yeah yeah yeah
I said maybe maybe maybe
I just dont
everyone
Christmas on the square (hey, fiddler)
Christmas on the square (banjo, banjo)
Christmas on the square
Celebrate, let's celebrate
Christmas
singing it is song time.
The banjo's strumming soft and low.
I know that you
Yearn for me too.
Swanee, you're calling me.
Swanee, how I love you,
Well I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee
And I'm bound for Louisiana, my own true love for to see
It did rain all night the day I left
comin' up right now
Alaman-left to the powder room
Steppin' in time to a banjo tune
Poison, get thee out of me
Poison, get thee out of me
I can't
Wbijam na rancho nie gram na banjo
Idę na balkon twardo patrzą
Oni się patrzą na mnie jakbym w końcu wrócił z rancho
Zajadam nachos
Pije jak Texas
Il n'y a que trois cordes à mon banjo pourri,
Une qui rêve, une qui pleure, une qui rit.
Celle qui pleure, je fais semblant qu'elle rit
Et celle qui
Oh! Susanna
I come from Alabama
With my banjo on my knee
I’m goin’ to Louisiana
My true love for to see
I rained all night the day I left
Jop! Ich bin von Geistern
Und Dämonen besessen
Die mir sagen "Fick alle Rapper mit
Den Flows in die Fresse!" das is Banjo
Bob-Banana-Parts auf beknackte
alles Kämpfer, no Joke
Wir flowen übertrieben, gib's ruhig zu, ohoh!
OR, Banjo!
Was wollt ihr jetzt noch tun?
(Ohh) Ihr könnt jetzt heim und ruhen
Ihr
night and listen
As we used to sing in the evening by the moonlight
In the evening by the moonlight
You could hear banjos ringing
You could hear
Jane
What's her name what's her name
Her name is Mary Claire Melvina Rebecca Jane
(Her name is Mary Claire Melvina Rebecca Jane)
[ banjo ]
She's
singing it is song time.
The banjo's strumming soft and low.
I know that you
Yearn for me too.
Swannee, you're calling me.
Swanee, how I love you,
I'd like to be in biscuit city
With my banjo in my hand
I don't need no long vacation
In some foreign land
Cause the sound of my own breathing
Has
singing, it is song time.
The banjo's strummin' soft and low.
I know that you yearn for me too,
Swanee you're calling me.
Swanee how I love ya, how I
(kinky friedman)
In faded gabardine he used to stand
Down by the union station with that ol' hat in his hand.
A banjo-pickin' devil, a singin'
Well I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee
And I'm bound for Louisiana, my own true love for to see
It did rain all night the day I left
Kangol, nigga
I can't go, ho, no, I can't go (no), huh
She gon' play me like some banjo, whoa (yeah)
All these lil' niggas, they were movin' so slow, huh
She was sitting on the banks of the sea
With a forty-four around her
And a banjo on her knee
Lay down your last gold dollar
Lay down your gold
guitar
The truth is known the drums they roll
Loop the loop on the old banjo
Say no no no
Say yeah yeah yeah
I said maybe maybe maybe
I just dont
beels ringin' down in my soul
[ dobro - banjo ]
One day I fell down on my knees and Jesus heard me pray
He filled me with his spirit and he washed my
and learn the life of looking back"
But he'd spit and slap his side just to see if he's alive
Then he'd sing his banjo song of Santa Rosa
He said,
And the sound of banjo's thrumming on the summernights
I certainly know I hate my common situation
Because I'm on a cord and wings and I'm afraid from heights
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