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parrot in a palm tree On the sixth day of Christmas My true love gave to me Six matte guitar picks Five cheeseburgers Four Hawaiian ukes Three finn
too too amped Guitar Pick Hold my drink cuz imma have to drip Scream my name in the mosh pit Yeah I'm so so so so sorry Because that was a rip Yeah i'm
too too too amped Guitar Pick Hold my drink cuz imma have to drip Scream my name in the mosh pit Yeah I'm so so so so sorry Because that was a rip Yeah
out my pockets, took my pills and guitar picks. I said: "Wait, my name is..." "Ah, shut up." Well, I sure was in a fix. The sergeant put me in a cell,
Well I wrote your name on this guitar pick In hopes that you'd hear my song I will write it in a song The power of song This isn't some stupid game
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou Settle down far from town, get him a pirogue And he'll catch
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou Settle down far from town, get him a pirogue And he'll catch
they emptied out my pockets, took my pills and guitar picks. I said: "Wait, my name is..." "Ah, shut up." Well, I sure was in a fix. The sergeant
they emptied out my pockets, took my pills and guitar picks. I said: "Wait, my name is..." "Ah, shut up." Well, I sure was in a fix. The sergeant
Do Stop laughing at me! The last thing I need from you My guitar pick You don't know all I wanna do! I used that fucking pick to write a song about
the stones written on the beam JACKIE’S NAME the daughter of Mr. Butcher Barlow HIS GUITAR PICKS lay in the cracks it seems we aren’t alone I’M LIVING WITH
something in between my fingers like guitar picks I know I'm a piece of shit, play with her heart strings like a harpist Before I fuck with anybody gotta deal
Woh Jambalaya, crawfish pie, filé gumbo 'Cause tonight I'm-a gonna see my machez amio Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh Son of a gun,
Mamas' don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mamas' don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
Jambalaya Jambalaya Jambalaya and a crawfish, pie and filé gumbo 'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio Pick guitar, fill fruit jar
Jambalaya Jambalaya Jambalaya and a crawfish, pie and filé gumbo 'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio Pick guitar, fill fruit jar
he just didn't dig me at all So I took my guitar, picks and all And bid farewell to my poor ole pa And I split for Memphis where they say all Them
a square, he just didn't dig me at all So I took my guitar, picks and all And bid farewell to my poor ole pa And I split for Memphis where they say all
and again So I'm out here searching This side of town Ain't the sharpest Think I could turn it all around with a guitar pick With my cowboy hat and boots
Pick up guitar trouble, guitar trouble comin' 'round the bend Pick up guitar trouble, guitar trouble comin' 'round the bend Long as he keeps
Mama, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys And don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
He's a flatland farmer Who flat picks and old guitar Yeah he's a flatland farmer He flat picks and old guitar He don't make no money But he can
big fun on the bayou Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and file' gumbo 'Cause tonight I’m gonna see my ma cher amio Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o
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