Lyrics:
In the evening
By the moonlight
You can hear those duckies singin'
In the evening
By the moonlight
You can hear those banjos ringin'
How
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
And they never get drunk but stay sober
There was Harry the banjo and Dunne of the swan
With whose bone from the wing he'd beat the bodhran
And the song
piano
Play with the key like a banjo
Play with the key like a guitar
I turned myself to a trapstar
I turned myself to a trapstar
I turned myself
Took your mama and the kids
Sat right up and heard the preachin'
Even wore my Christmas tie
I'm not much on organ music
5-strings banjo's more my style
fire up my [?]
I'm gon' boog-a-loo my blues
Gonna cut a rug from Raleigh to Richmond
And my banjo strings'll break (?)
Oh and open that pearly gate
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'
the fun begin
Get the banjo off the wall and tune it up in A
Play some good ole country tunes like grandpa used to play
[ el.banjo ]
Go and get your fiddle
the well-known faces appearing in the show
Star attraction of the evening would be Billy with his big banjo
But first of all, a sweet little lady who'd have us
a-tunin'.
I can hear them now,
Playin' "Comin' Through The Rye."
Cho: And we danced all night
To the fiddle and the banjo.
Their drifting tunes seemed
Sunday, took your mama and the kids
Sit right up and heard the preachin', even wore my Christmas tie
I'm not much on organ music, five stringed banjo's
watching tv,
Santa Claus is coming,
Here the banjo strumming
Here the banjo strumming
Chestnuts and fire, holly and hay
Jesus and Mary, what a great
Cry baby cry, crying all about
Thinkin' 'bout missin' that banjo sound
Finger pickin' good and greasy bounce
Oh, you run all the way back to momma
Wenn scho? Banjo!
Mh-mh
Yeehaw
Wir haben zwar fast noch jeden Krieg verloren
Doch zum Ordnung machen sind wir auserkoren
Und wer nicht Cola
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
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
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
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
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
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
wear these walking shoes
I'm just a poor boy with the blues
No I ain't nothin' new
I'm gonna fill this whiskey cup
And I'm gonna pick me some banjo
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
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
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
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