Lyrics:
to feed my face
Got a mule to pull the plow
Got an old red muley cow
And I also got a fancy mortgage on this place
Well it blowed away
It blowed away
Jimmy Buffett
The days drift by
They don't have names
And none of the streets here look the same
And there are so many quiet places
And smilin'
My grand-ma and your grand-ma were sit-tin' by the fire.
My grand-ma told your grand-ma: "I'm gon-na set your flag on fire."
Talk-in' 'bout, Hey
Bill, but call me Chuckie
Fifth Ward hard bitch, play hero and buck me
Cause I'm known to pull your skull out
Grip a motherfucker by his neck
you won't be leaving with me
And afterwards we drop into a quiet little place
And have a drink or two...
And then I go and spoil it all by saying
Lend me your ear while I call you a fool
You were kissed by a witch, one night in the wood
And later insisted your feelings were true
The witch's
hang it where it can be seen
If our baby's dead just show the red if she's better then show the green
In a little house by the railroad track
Last night I dreamed about you
I dreamed that you were older
You were looking like Picasso
With a scar across your shoulder
You were kneeling by
that's rich that'll, run in your bitch and by the third week
Yo mark my word, me and my herb speak
That's that fire move like Schwinns yo
Invisible pens
for forgiveness
Deep in my heart, please, I'm cryin' for forgiveness
Allah, You Akbar, I fall to my knees for forgiveness
Branded by the steel
to the grade in the evening
They take the chill away fine.
Cut the telephone line and the story's the same.
There's a worn red chair by the window
That we found
a dirty overcoat
At the foot of the pillar of the road
Propped inside was an old man
Whom time could not erode
The night was snapped by sirens
Those
still apply to me, they all make sense in time
Chorus
But now I'm incommunicado
Driving by myself down the road with a hole in it
Songs with no
feeling very bad today
A red balloon got in my way
It followed me around
But never touched the ground
What can I say?
He built a house upon a hill
Who drove the red sports car from the mansion
And laid upon the grass in summertime
And who done me out high time fashion
And made me read between
Red telephone sitting by my bed
Practically bore your name
Lying alone in the twilight zone
Waiting for your call to come in
Hadn't been for
to the moon and the stranger
And your fall by the sword love affair with Erroll Flynn
in these times of compassion when conformity's in fashion
Say one more
cruel
Sitting by the swimming pool
Trying to keep my head together
In that hot Australia weather
Three days to kill and my per diem's getting
face lit up to the rockets red glare
By September she'd asked him for a wedding band
How could she know he was a ramblin' man
He walked out the door
touched her (tits)
Sucker MC's, I'm killing 'em, I'm so sick of seeing 'em
Silly (shit) when they rhyme, like that red rugby shirt worn by Gilligan
Plus
Used to chase that boy home from school
We called him freckled faced red headed fool
He was different he wasn't cool like me
Sticks and stones
by her apron strings
'Twern't for powder and her store-bought hair
The man she love wouldn't gone nowhere, nowhere
Got them Saint Louis Blues; I'm
There's a skeleton choking on a crust of bread
King of pain
There's a red fox torn by a huntmen's pack, that's my soul up there
There's a black
to the moon and the stranger
And your fall by the sword love affair with Erroll Flynn
in these times of compassion when conformity's in fashion
Say one more
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