Lyrics:
in the night
Take my word, the mockingbird'll sing the saddest kind of song
He knows things are wrong, and he's right
From Natchez to mobile
From
the night
Take my word, the mockingbird'll sing
The saddest kind o' song
He knows things are wrong
And he's right
From Natchez to Mobile, from
in the night
Take my word, the mockingbird'll sing the saddest kind of song
He knows things are wrong, and he's right
From Natchez to mobile
From
on
You gon' sing this song like all day long
Stank attitude, bad allergies, might embarass you
Make your granny see me at your barbecue
Pop a Plan B,
a hundred grand when ever I hear a new song
C'mon c'mon that's too many ring-tones
Two point eight what you want me to tell ya
Make it rain man, Rhianna
wonder
Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya
Am I frightening ya? Shall I continue?
I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song
I
wonder
Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya
Am I frightening ya? Shall I continue?
I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song
I
Dig count Basie
Blow Joe's blues away
Every night, every noon, every sun, every moon
Yeah
Every way
Yeah
Everywhere
Yeah
I get the blues
all the love that's in ya
"Weep No More My Lady," sing that song again for me
And "Old Black Joe" just as though you had me on your knee
A million
all the love that's in ya
"Weep No More My Lady," sing that song again for me
And "Old Black Joe" just as though you had me on your knee
A million
and You
Only You know me
Only You see me
It's just me and You
It's just me and You
Just sing your song
Just sing your song to Me
It's just Me and you
and You
Only You know me
Only You see me
It's just me and You
It's just me and You
Just sing your song
Just sing your song to Me
It's just Me and you
your rock-a-bye baby with a Dixie melody
Weep no more, my fair lady
Why don't you sing that song for me?
Hey little Joe, just as though
You had
Because it all comes down to you
Yes it all comes down to you
You in my life
And I'll tell you why
You make me sing a song of love
Sing a song of joy
Sing
I'm no beau, I'm almost Billie Joe
(By the flowers in the muddy waters)
I mean at this row, I'm almost Billie Joe
(It's almost regal the way I go,
search this wide world over
Never find a sweeter man as me
I want six crapshooters to be my pallbearers
Three pretty women to sing a song
Stick
search this wide world over
Never find a sweeter man as me
I want six crapshooters to be my pallbearers
Three pretty women to sing a song
Stick
search this wide world over
Never find a sweeter man as me
I want six crapshooters to be my pallbearers
Three pretty women to sing a song
Stick
search this wide world over
Never find a sweeter man as me
I want six crapshooters to be my pallbearers
Three pretty women to sing a song
Stick
off the boxes at your front door
Yeah I?m your Average Joe
Never made a ton of money
Just enough to get us by
But the things that make me rich
Is this
search this wide world over
Never find a sweeter man as me
I want six crapshooters to be my pallbearers
Three pretty women to sing a song
Stick
search this wide world over
Never find a sweeter man as me
I want six crapshooters to be my pallbearers
Three pretty women to sing a song
Stick
search this wide world over
Never find a sweeter man as me
I want six crapshooters to be my pallbearers
Three pretty women to sing a song
Stick
search this wide world over
Never find a sweeter man as me
I want six crapshooters to be my pallbearers
Three pretty women to sing a song
Stick
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