Lyrics:
He used to sing his songs to his Sara Jane the folk singer
His songs filled with love made the mountains ring the folk singer
At first Sara Jane was
My mother on her deathbed took me aside
(Smooth folk singer)
My mother on her deathbed told me 'Child
(Smooth folk singer)
Be careful with your
He use to sing his songs to his Sara Jane,
The folk singer,
His songs filled with love made the mountains ring,
To the folk singer,
At first Sara
He use to sing his songs to his Sara Jane, The folk singer, His songs filled with love made the mountains ring, To the folk singer, At first Sara
He used to sing his song to his Sara Jane the folk singer
His songs filled with love made the mountains ring the folk singer
At first Sara Jane was
He use to sing his songs to his Sara Jane,
The folk singer,
His songs filled with love made the mountains ring,
To the folk singer,
At first Sara
mission in this world
Is to have the chance to make you smile
I'm a folk singer doing my part I'm a folk singer with all my heart
Writing about the way I
The old folk singer's down In Hollywood Town; Gotta get yourself on the bus.
Well I don't need no worries,
Get your feet on the ground;
Gotta get yourself
on a log
We all know people
We yella t the cars and the traffic
Folks in a hurry
Life's full of heartache and havoc
I finally learned how to lay back
He likes his folk music, just as it comes
From Woody Guthrie to Mumford and Sons
If he forgets a line, he just hums
He's a folk singer
He plays
He likes his folk music, just as it comes
From Woody Guthrie to Mumford and Sons
If he forgets a line, he just hums
He's a folk singer
He plays
get in the bed and funk like folks
Laughin' at ya (ha!)
Funk used to be a bad word
Sittin in the woods upon a log
Finger on the trigger
My eyes
how
They shoulda seen the bull when
He funked the cow
He funked her so hard they saw some smoke
He said
Let's get in the bed and funk like folks
'Cause we're the good folks
Jesus, where do grace and truth collide
When I don't see the log in my eye
When we're believing the lie
That we're the good
get in the bed and funk like folks
Laughin' at ya (ha!)
Funk used to be a bad word
Sittin in the woods upon a log
Finger on the trigger
My eyes
'Cause the old one just bores me to death
'Cause, what the world needs now
Is another folk singer
Like I need a hole in my head
I don't know what
entertaining folks
Singing songs and telling jokes
In a nightclub
Pearl's a singer
And they say that she once was a winner
In a contest
Pearl's
entertaining folks
Singing songs and telling jokes
In a nightclub
Pearl's a singer
And they say that she once was a winner
in a contest
Pearl's a singer
And they
a problem y'all
It's like hip-hop, meets effin Tim McGraw
We two fools and don't take no mess
Bitch lumber logs just to work the chest
He's country
If you will listen, a song I will sing
About my daddy who drove a log train
Way down in the southland, in old Alabama
We lived in a place that
If you will listen, a song I will sing
About my daddy who drove a log train
Way down in the southland, in old Alabama
We lived in a place that they
of tension
'Cause the old one just bores me to death
'Cause what the world needs now
Is another folk singer
Like I need a hole in my head
I don't know
-nuh!
Co-log-nuh!
Galoot co-log-uh-nuh!
Thing-fish: (spoken)
Oh! do yoseff a favum 'n don't use it! oooooooh! look at these ugly suckers! boy, when white folks come
entertaining folks
Singing songs and telling jokes
In a nightclub pearl's a singer
And they say that she once was a winner
In a contest pearl's a singer
And they
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