Lyrics:
a smoke
From a can of old Prince Albert
His hands as strong as oak
And the sounds of the Grand Old Opry came out of Ryman Hall
Roy Acuff played the fiddle
Was the night John Roy
Came runnin down the hall
Wearin nothin
But cowboy boots
And a big sombrero
(And he was yellin)
Hey Romeo
Let's go down
John Roy was a boy I knew
Since he was 3 and I was two
Grew up two little houses down from me
The only bad apples on our family tree
Kinda
With Terry Hall, you-Roy and the Skatalites
I will never grow old
I'll never grow old
'Cause I walk and I walk
And I talk and I talk
I search
Was the night John Roy came runnin' down in the hall
Wearin' nothing but cowboy boots and a big sombrero
And he was yellin'
Hey Romeo, let's go down
declaim
That you're ugly, you look like a loser
They don't know your name
In a hall of molten lava
Roy Cohn plays a little game
He asks you about a billion
Hey Joe
What d'ya mean Joe, My name's Roy
Well come here Roy and get groovy
You bin uptown?
No I ain't bin uptown but I've bin around
You mean
Hey Joe
What d'ya mean Joe, My name's Roy
Well come here Roy and get groovy
You bin uptown?
No I ain't bin uptown but I've bin around
You mean
Hey Joe
What d'ya mean Joe, My name's Roy
Well come here Roy and get groovy
You bin uptown?
No I ain't bin uptown but I've bin around
You mean
Hey Joe
What d'ya mean Joe, My name's Roy
Well come here Roy and get groovy
You bin uptown?
No I ain't bin uptown but I've bin around
You mean
Hey Joe
What d'ya mean Joe, My name's Roy
Well come here Roy and get groovy
You bin uptown?
No I ain't bin uptown but I've bin around
You mean
Hey Joe
What do you mean Joe? My name's Roy
Well, come here Roy and get groovy
You been uptown?
No I ain't been uptown but I've been around
Hey Joe
What d'ya mean Joe, My name's Roy
Well come here Roy and get groovy
You bin uptown?
No I ain't bin uptown but I've bin around
You mean
Hey Joe
What d'ya mean Joe, My name's Roy
Well come here Roy and get groovy
You bin uptown?
No I ain't bin uptown but I've bin around
You mean
Hey Joe
What d'ya mean Joe, My name's Roy
Well come here Roy and get groovy
You bin uptown?
No I ain't bin uptown but I've bin around
You mean
Hey Joe
What d'ya mean Joe, My name's Roy
Well come here Roy and get groovy
You bin uptown?
No I ain't bin uptown but I've bin around
You mean
Hey Joe
What do you mean Joe? My name's Roy
Well, come here Roy and get groovy
You been uptown?
No I ain't been uptown but I've been around
the oil pan on a rock as big as a hall closet. Went over a bump and spilt the cool-Aid and Roy Gene stuck his bolo knife right through the convertible top
Well, I had two weeks of vacation time coming
After working all year down at Big Roy's Heating And Plumbing
So one night when my family the I were
Well, I had two weeks of vacation time coming
After working all year down at Big Roy's Heating And Plumbing
So one night when my family the I were
Hey Joe
What d'ya mean Joe, My name's Roy
Well come here Roy and get groovy
You bin uptown?
No I ain't bin uptown but I've bin around
You mean
to Wiley Post, and he showed me the Hall of Fame with
all the gold guitars and fiddles hanging on the walls. Then he said,
"Tex, step over this way,
and he showed me the Hall of Fame with all the gold guitars and fiddles
hanging on the walls. Then he said, "Tex, step over this way, there are two more
to Wiley Post, and he showed me the Hall of Fame with
all the gold guitars and fiddles hanging on the walls. Then he said,
"Tex, step over this way,
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