Lyrics:
do-duluddle, luddle, dau dau
do-duluddle, luddle, dau, dau
Ahhh!!
The woman from the Plateaus of Persia
Came to sell me a wonderous thing
In a horn of oak
can stand
I been meek
And hard like an oak
I seen pretty people disappear like smoke
Friends will arrive, friends will disappear
If you want me
still hear the soft southern winds in the live oak trees
And those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me Hank and Tennessee
I guess we're all gonna
When our kisses fly like oak leaves
Caught in a gust of wind
My heart beats fast, a clickty-clack
Like a train goin' round a bend
I call
on time
Then he turned around and said to his black greasy fireman shovel on a little more coal
And when we cross that White Oak Mountain watch old 97
hoes actin like they seen a king
With that mean lean, smokin' on that finest Cali green
My woodgrain oak, I'm ridin' on Vogues
My cylinder quiet, like
Who will love a little sparrow?
Who's traveled far and cries for rest?
"Not I," said the oak tree
"I won't share my branches
With no sparrow's
I don't mind I don't mind I did for a time but I don't mind
Once I was strong as a mountain I stood tall like a giant oak tree
Now my blood runs
oak tree
That's old fashioned, that's the way love should be
We enjoy sitting side by side
In the booth in the ice cream parlor
Where we play
on time"
Then he turned around and said to his black, greasy fireman
"Shovel on a little more coal
And when we reach that White Oak mountain
"Watch
can still hear the soft Southern winds in the live oak trees
And those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me
Hank and Tennessee
I guess we're all
The sign says, "families welcome"
At the Oaks Retirement Home
But mostly, no one comes 'cept on the weekends
Ruby Wilson lives in 303
Where she
can stand
I've been meek
And hard like an oak
I've seen pretty people disappear like smoke
Friends will arrive, friends will disappear
If you
swallow, every chick-a-dee
Every little bird in the tall oak tree
The wise old owl, the big black crow
Flappin' their wings singing go bird go
Rockin'
feel like I'm goin' home
And in the shade of an oak
Down by the river
Sat an old man and a boy
Settin' sails, spinnin' tails
And fishin' for whales
With
that crib with the Goodyear swing
On the oak tree, I hope we feel like this forever
Forever, forever, ever, forever, ever?
Forever never seems that
on the church with the steeple
Down by the village green.
Twas there I met a girl called daisy
And kissed her by the old oak tree.
Although I loved my daisy,
and sleeper trains
To the dogs and down the drains
Major roads and ladies smalls
Hearts of oak and long trunk calls
Continental interference
At death's door
little corn fields
And sitting 'round that mighty oak
Talking to those friendly folks
Somebody knows (somebody knows)
Somebody cares (somebody
sweetly
Oh, it's good to touch the green, green grass of home
The old house is still standing
Though the paint is cracked and dry
And there's that old oak
a white oak tree
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry (ah-uh-eye)
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die
City of Dope, I call it Oak
Can't be broke, selling coke
Fat ropes, shattered hopes
Fresh cars and all that dope
Baseheads keep the trade alive
that's real
And I feel like I'm goin' home
'Neath the shade of an oak
Down by the river
Sat an old man and a boy
Settin' sails spinnin' tails
on time."
Then he turned around and said to his black, greasy fireman,
"Shovel on a little more coal.
And when we reach that White Oak mountain,
"Watch
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