Lyrics:
dirty shirts he always wore
(Sung)
There beat a heart as big as all outdoors
Jud:
As big as all outdoors.
Curly:
Jud Fry loved his feller man
Jud:
He
and hibernated
I'm cold as Miles Davis
I load up then I aim it
No judgment for the plaintiff
It only gets more heinous
Nigga I'm brainless
Like a blind bitch who
you.
Give us your testimony, my child.
[Well, it all began with Johnny] (Yeah?)
[He said drink helped him stay alive] (Yeah?)
[Do you know how old he
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
Damn right! Son
Son!
He was a class clown, loved by all around
He was kinda goofy
Make you feel good when you're down
But one day he disappeared
understand
That I just have to see him, I'm his number one fan
At least that's what my card says, that I made for me
I'm the Jed Davis Fan Club, and I want him
the camel, and the camel loved him too
(Oh, how the how the camel loved Ali Bar Bar!)
Ali Baba's camel loved Ali Baba so
No matter where he went to,
the camel, and the camel loved him too
(Oh, how the how the camel loved Ali Bar Bar!)
Ali Baba's camel loved Ali Baba so
No matter where he went to,
brother Jud Fry, who hung himself up
by a rope in a smokehouse, and then we have been weepin' and
wailin' within some of the women." And then he'd say: "Jud
Everything I ever wore was once worn before
Roll with the punches now it's box office numbers
Dressed like Sammy Davis, steamin' my marijuana
Double MGs,
saying that can stay over
Should be a chain who goes by the name of Choker
That's what he did when she told him he should play the sofa
So the chains
Captain Jack was a young man when he went to sea
All the young ladies go and kiss him goodbye
He was barely a child of twenty and three
Oh, tell
blue I don't need a red phone
I just take that as a sign from God you know
Oh yeah
I knew a Buddhist who grew up Jewish i went to school with him
He told
He was standin' by the highway
With a sign that just said "mother"
When he heard a driver comin'
'Bout a half a mile away
Then he held the sign
A story bout a pal of mine who worked down near the Georgia Line
A DJ in a little country station
Everybody loved him dear cause he played what
Supporting family & himself while he tries to pass
When you see him he keep smiling tho you know he has
A ton of boulders on his shoulder that will make you
Yeah, sorta set him right on fire.
I looked on outta the window and I started countin' phone poles, goin' by at the rate of four to the seventh power.
and LIFE wouldn't let him die. Well Count Basie opened up that magazine to page 30, he threw at me and he walked away, I said, ""Oh man, that's Count Basie,
But it feels like we're a million miles away
We didn't really know how much we loved you 'til we lost you
I know we didn't really lose you
That's
with this country, we always shoot the wrong guys
We shoot J F K, we shoot R F K and it comes to teddy, we go
"Ahh, leave him alone, he'll fuck it up
of blood for a dee-posit.
And he 'splained it all to us how we was supposed to get to Telluride, which is fifty miles away by way of the regular highway,
deeply
Ooh, she couldn't stop
She gave herself to him, milled it completely
He lifted her so high he let her drop
She gave up everything for him that
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis)
Now Arnold Jones an' MaryBeth Jensen's in a 'Vette down by the Deep Rock
Had John Denver on the 8-track,
A story 'bout a pal of mine
Who worked down near the Georgia Line
He's a D.J. in a little country station
Everybody loved him dear
'Cause he played
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