Lyrics:
Here come dumb George.
Here come dumb George.
Here come dumb George.
Here come dumb George.
Here come dumb George.
Here come dumb George.
Here
Hold on George,
George hold on.
Hold on George,
George hold on.
Hold on George,
George hold on, yeah.
Sock it to me.
Hold on.
Hold on George
Both: 'Cos those were the days of our lives
Both: The bad things in life were so few
Both: Those days are all gone now but one thing is true
George: When
My brother and I used to go down to George's Bar, and drink big O's until they close down the place, we'd talk about our live long ambitions,
I
of the USA has corrected George's vow
The father of our country must be wrong what's an Indian anyhow
As long as the moon shall rise (look up) as long
them Allman Brothers,
Merle Haggard, and George Jones
Shotgun Willie Nelson and them
Rockin' rollin' Stones
Everything the Eagles do
And I'm in
I am a pop artist so my medium is
Public opinion and the world is my canvas
'I’m sorry' is something that you can
Use a lot it gives
You
them Allman Brothers,
Merle Haggard, and George Jones
Shotgun Willie Nelson and them
Rockin' rollin' Stones
Everything the Eagles do
And I'm in
spends like a pimp babe
Do you suppose that our boy, he's did something rash
Ah, old Satchmo, Louis Armstrong, Bobby Darrin
They did this song nice,
and GS'ses
On the court niggaz I leave like messages
Plagued by this ball player exorcist
It's sort of foul how the world be reffin us
Kenny is our
it down for Sean P, he control the crooks
You my muslim brother, and my other brother
Like my mother's son, see you in heaven brother
Real artists
Oh
It says
Dear George, John, Ringo, Paul
Here's hoping that you'll please us all
A beauty song and swinging voice, we leave it up to you,
George, George, George of the jungle
Strong as he can be
Ahhh
Watch out for that tree
George, George, George of the jungle
Lives a life that's
spends like a pimp babe
Do you suppose that our boy, he's did something rash
Ah, old Satchmo, Louis Armstrong, Bobby Darrin
They did this song nice,
If the whole world was a honky-tonk,
And it revolved around an old jukebox,
We'd tell our troubles to the Bar,
Over cryin' steel guitars,
And soon,
Should not be sorry for your opinions
George Bush… has some very
Cool self-portrait's i
Didn’t know he was an artist
I felt my nerves a bit
And I don’t
Give us this day our daily bread
And forgive us our trespasses, our trespasses
Give us this day our daily bread
And forgive us our trespasses
(George)
Who did you say it was brother
Who was it fell by the way
When whiskey and blood ran together
Did you hear anyone pray?
(Gene)
When
'Cept Joe Valentini, Fred Gussler and George,
Trapped down in this hell hole of fire.
Please name our new baby Joe,
So he'll grow up like big Joe.
we're sharin' our love brother
That's when we know we can shape another world
Lord lord lord lord lord lord lord lord lord lord lord lord lord lord
LONELY CHRISTMAS CALL
Writers George Jones and George Riddle
Copyright 1966
Won't you beckon to our lonely Christmas call?
You left a year ago this
revolvers.
Oh boy, were they loaded.
(Oh brother)
Cornography.
She's aiming them right at us.
(Softer, George, it's more effective.)
She's aiming
owe me
I don't know what you're talkin' about George
Well, I'm sure you recall our bet on last night's football game
No, I don't but you know if I
cards tucked up his sleeve!
By George! By Jove! By Jeeves!
Our collective IQ of around Forty Two
Cannot cope, to be terribly frank
All true leaders
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