Lyrics:
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
on the banks of the sea
With a forty-four strapped around her
And a banjo on her knee
Lay down your last gold dollar
Lay down your gold watch and chain
in the kitchen I know
Someone's in the kitchen with Dinah
Strumming on the old banjo, and singing
Fie, fi, fiddly i o
Fie, fi, fiddly i o
Fie,
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
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
banjo
And singing fee fi fiddle-e-i-o
Fee fi fiddle-de-i-o-o-o
Fee fi fiddle-de-i-o strumming on
That old banjo
Some go to work, and others on vacation
ho the carrion crow, bow and bend to me
Hey, Tom Banjo hey, a laurel
More than laurel you may sow
More than laurel you may sow hey, the laurel
Hey,
on the track
Oh, Alabama
Banjos playing through the broken glass
Windows down in Alabama
See the old folks tied in white ropes
Hear the banjo
Don't it
me?
Aw, mad dog, diamond, Jim Richmond from the Tennessee Hot Band
John Hartford on the banjo, oh diamond, my oldest son Dale
John Hartford playin'
sound.
Instrumental break.
Yeah, well yonder comes a mandolin.
And the banjo's right in tune.
Yeah, the bull thud is slappin' leather.
I'm howlin'
A D G A
We used to stay so warm inside, now a night like this - It chills my bones.
(Riff 2)
-CHORUS-
Solo 1(banjo
little Maggie
She was sittin' on the banks of the sea
With a forty-four all around her
And a banjo on her knee
Pretty flowers were made for bloomin'
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
You coax the blues right
Out of the horn, Mame
You charm the husk right
Off of the corn, Mame
You've got those
Banjos strumming
And plunking
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
the worst banjo player I've ever heard
That's not a banjo, Alvin
That's a shamisen
That's the worst shamisen player I've ever heard
Do they have any
up
letting me sit so long man
Damn right
Cheff got that sauce nigga
Nigaas pull up with sticks and banjos
Guitars and shit
Light it up like candles
Pull up to the french like, "bonjour"
I'll be playing the world's tiniest banjo
Bitch I put the ram in Rambo
They surprised like damn bro
Got Damn,
Uh, ay
Who you know make the banjo fye
Big saleem how’d ya get so fly
Uh, ay
Damn I did my thang woah
Yeah I did my thang yeah yeahhh
Uh
Copped
A Friday evening in the middle of September
Picked up the banjo but the songs I don't remember
I tell my wife we're having such horrible weather
Dzisiaj jestem w Alabamie i na banjo idąc gram
Jutro będę w Luizjanie no a tam najmilszą mam
Kiedym ruszył w czasie suszy całą nockę padał deszcz
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 whoa-oh, singing oh
to push keys N**** That's piano
I just pull the strings while u B****** play the banjo
Level up no mo working out of Bandos
Just hit my dog... got to fly
Can't pick a banjo
But I'm from the south so you already know
I'm still country
I'm still country
Where we grew up round yeah it's tar heel nation
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