Lyrics:
Just the three of us
Plus a natural inclination
We don't need flowery season
Love is love December or June
We can make our own weather
Just put us together
Me 'n' you 'n' the moon
We don't need a comfortable parlor
We don't need the nightingale's tune
All we need to get going
Is you 'n' me 'n' the moon
We don't need a horse and a buggy
Buggy rides are over too soon
All we need to get going
Is me 'n' you 'n' the moon
Just the three of us
What a situation?
You know I never really thought some things would ever really come to be
'Cause I don't bother nobody and don't nobody bother me
I went down in Mississippi, I asked Mister Charlie about my roots
He said, "Turn around, bend over, boy, they're right here in my boots"
You know I never thought a thing like that would ever really come to be
'Cause I don't bother nobody and don't nobody bother me
I asked a policeman the time, he swung and crowned me with his stock
I managed to walk away so glad it weren't twelve o'clock
You know I never thought a thing like that would ever really come to be
'Cause I don't bother nobody and don't nobody bother me
My girl friend's datin' this here guy who's goin' out with some man's wife
I lost my girl, the wife her husband, the guy he lost his life
You know I never thought a thing like that would ever really come to be
'Cause I don't bother nobody and don't nobody bother me
I used to have a Ford Torino and at that time I had a chick
She used to get her kicks just askin' me to flick my Bic
You know I never thought a thing like that would ever really come to be
'Cause I don't bother nobody and don't nobody bother me
My grandpa drove a horse and buggy but my father used the train
I worked and bought a Cadillac but my son, he drives a plane
You know I never thought a thing like that would ever really come to be
'Cause I don't bother nobody and don't nobody bother me
Saw a Cadillac for the first time yesterday
I'd always seen horses, buggies, bales of hay
'Cause progress here don't move with modern times
There's nothing to steal
So there's not a great deal of crime
It sure is hell living in a one horse town
There's half a mile of Alabama mud bed ground
Nothing much doing of an afternoon
Unless you're sitting in a rocking chair just picking a tune
And they ain't too well acquainted with the stars and stripes
But if you want to hear Susanna then they'll pick all night
They'll pick all night
'Cause it's no dice living in a one horse town
Laid back, as my old coon hound
And I just can't wait to get out of this one horse town
There's nothing to steal 'cause there's simply nothing much around
Sure is hell living in this one horse town
There's half a mile of Alabama mud bed ground
And I just can't wait to grow out of this one horse town
There's nothing to steal 'cause there's nothing much around
If grandpa was alive right now there ain't no tellin' what he'd have to say
Why he had fifteen wives a living with him all when he finally passed away
And though I've just got two now mama that's enough to keep me satisfied
I haven't had a son yet but the good Lord knows the three of us have tried
Cause the Pennsylvania Dutch that we once spoke has been forgotten
And the Mormon way of life is almost gone
But now and then we gather down in Salt Lake City to raise our voices in a joyful song
And we sing Heavenly Father Holy Mother keeper of our children tiller of the land
Take us to the river in a horse and buggy
Give us our salvation help us make our stand
No ma'am I did not go to see the Reverend Brigham Young while I was there
But I'm sure glad to know you wanted him to mention my name in a prayer
I hope he did not preach about the young folks that refused to make the change
Cause if he did I'm sure I got a little more than my share of the blame
Cause the Pennsylvania Dutch...
Just the three of us
Plus a natural inclination
We don't need flowery season
Love is love December or June
We can make our own weather
Just put us together
Me 'n' you 'n' the moon
We don't need a comfortable parlor
We don't need the nightingale's tune
All we need to get going
Is you 'n' me 'n' the moon
We don't need a horse and a buggy
Buggy rides are over too soon
All we need to get going
Is me 'n' you 'n' the moon
Just the three of us
What a situation?
Hop on up, step on in
Time for our daddy journey to begin
We're in the hole, father-bound
He tucks us in safe and sound
Buried deep, me and you
In this daddy kernel fit for two
Whip me up, shake me down
Our horse-and-buggy ride underground
Dig that hole
In you go
Dig that hole
In you go
Dig that hole
In you go
Dig that hole
In you go
Saddled up to hunker down
And when we grow we'll be in future town
Future town is where the money's made
I buy one or two cheeseburgers every day
The work is done, time to go
I'll be back when you two grow
Kandi Korn, we have the deed
The hole is all we need
Dig that hole
In you go
Dig that hole
In you go
Dig that hole
In you go
Dig that hole
In you go
Dig that hole
In you go
Dig that hole
In you go
Dig that hole
In you go
Dig that hole
In you go
I drove on down a little further
And found that it was true.
I turned my horse and buggy around
But I didn't know what to do.
I turned all around and about there --
Bad company I'll resign;
I'll drive all about from town to town
For the girl I left behind.
Raggy Levy
Hoh-oh, do Raggy Levy
Raggy Levy
Oh boy, just ragged as a jaybird
Just a simple, "And I, I'm gonna build me a stone fence"
In the mornin'
Hoh-oh, soon in the mornin'
In the mornin'
When I rise I'm gonna sit by the fire
Just a simple, "And I, I'm gonna build me a stone fence"
Sweet potato
Hoh-oh, sweet potato
Sweet potato
Oh boys, there's two in the fire
Just a simple, "And I, I'm gonna build me a stone fence"
Mama donna
Hoh-oh, do mama donna
Mama donna
You're too old, gal, and I can't support ya
Just a simple, "And I, I'm gonna build me a stone fence"
Horse and buggy
Hoh-oh, horse and a buggy
Horse and buggy
Oh boys, there's no one to drive em'
Just a simple "and i+i'm gonna build me a stone fence"
Raggy Levy
Hoh-oh, do Raggy Levy
Raggy Levy
Oh boy, just ragged as a jaybird
Just a simple, "And I, I'm gonna build me a stone fence"
Here comes the hurricane
It's blowin', babe
cnd there goes the automobile
Don't be the horse and buggy
Don't be the horse and buggy
Don't be the next best somethin'
Don't be the second comin'
Just be that holy one thing:
Be the wheel
my someday coming child
I name and I re-name you
I make up memories for you
of melodies and friends
from books I wanted to give you
and horse and buggy sounds outside
but of the someday coming world
I don't know, I don't know
there is so much I would keep you from
if I, if I could
the heroes, selfish fools
they only want their freedom
the hero-maker's greed prevails
and we are all shock numb
and watch the shock increasing
and shame is something old, outgrown
oh, maybe you won't see
my too self-conscious stumblings
my running from the phone
my fears
because I can be very strong
say I can, say I can
there is so much to believe in
there are angel words to teach you
there is hope, my daydream child
The horse and buggy has had it's day
The trolley has passed away
The bicycle built for two is gone
But sex, S-E-X, marches on
The town is crowded with gentlemen
Who'll never be rich again
They're putting their overcoats in pawn
But sex, S-E-X, marches on
The opera can't make money at the Met
And no one gives a hoot
But Billy Rose made a million dollars net
Out of a tank and a one-piece bathing suit
The moon looks down from among the stars
Where lovers are parked in cars
And couples make whoopee on your lawn
While sex, S-E-X, marches on
Glasses across the table
Drink till the break of dawn
Drink to Lamarr and Betty Grable
Long may their oomph march on
And here's to Sheridan to Garbo
And to Dietrich and to Crawford
And the others on the coast
Here's to Hollywood for sex marches on
And that's where it marches on the most
This may be yours and my day
But we will soon be gone
Ten thousand kids were born last Friday
Sex marches on sex, S-E-X, marches on
Glasses across the table
Drink till the break of dawn
To Robert Taylor and Clark Gable
Long may their oomph march on
And here's to beauty shops to lip rouge
And mascara and to perfume that is worth
It's weight in gold
Times are terrible but sex marches on
And ten million girdles have been sold
Fill up your empty glasses
Drink till the last drop's gone
Grandfather's old but still makes passes
Sex marches on sex, S-E-X, marches on
Washington grinds it's axes
Incomes will soon be gone
Ladies of leisure don't pay taxes
Sex marches on sex, S-E-X, marches on
Off to carriage town he goes
Down this winding freakin road
Potholes everywhere I go
I hope I'm bout to really make this
Imma keep myself a swerving out of these potholes
I'll make it
No bent rims
Tryin to get where I'm supposed to be and where I live
Usually trying to do this thing right here with the only ride I got
Yeah it's a g6
Yeah it's a v6
I wish I had one with the droptop
Don't really have that
No shoot man I had what I had and I had to grab that
Put that shit right there in the gasoline of my engine
Shit got to have it
Shit got a have it
Shit got a have it
Got to make magic
Got to make my way my way highway and it's a flyway mother fucker get it my way
I'm trying to go and get it
Ridin around man and gettin it
Listening to that 2 Chainz ridin round man and gettin it
Ooouuuu off to carriage town
He's riding around
He's high off the ground
He's ooouuu about to take it down
Yeah
When Mary goes round that's when he gets to shifting
He's a man on a mission
Just found the path he lifted and even when the worlds going down he's ridin gettin it
Yeahhh
Ooouuu off to carriage town
He's ooouuu off to carriage town
Yeah yeah yeah
Hells yeah with them dangles
I'm a kick it like Bojangle
Woah
Break the wrist and
Woah
The same time there goes your ankles
Woah
The same time I'm applying pressure yeah I got that impact
Imma give yourself a lecture boy I ain't no damn professor
I'm a go and get to testing, testing testing on this driving
I'm a do what I do rolling man them tires man they vibin
Why the hell you ain't get get em balanced
Get get get it going
I'm just trying to get get get you rolling
Get you where you going
Man I got my self commission
I'm a man on a mission
Man the money was a itching
Had to go and fucking fetch it
That's my bone
Yeah
That's my bone
That's my fucking bone
I'm a get it and I'm a make this money fucking grow
Man I had myself a feeling
Man I had it out the garage
And I pulled it in and out
And I was really stacking large
Uh uh
Yeah I was stacking large and I got to call my boss
Hey I'll talk to you later sir
Ooouuuu off to carriage town
He's riding around
He's high off the ground
He's ooouuu about to take it down
Yeah
When Mary goes round that's when he gets to shifting
He's a man on a mission
Just found the path he lifted and even when the worlds going down he's ridin gettin it
Yeahhh
Ooouuu off to carriage town
He's ooouuu off to carriage town
Yeah yeah yeah
All faces come and go
Horse and buggy with them spokes
Smooth ass bearings how it rolls
Grinding dirty baby whoa
All faces come and go
Horse and buggy with them spokes
Smooth ass bearings how it rolls
Grinding dirty baby whoa
All faces come and go
Horse and buggy with them spokes
Smooth ass bearings how it rolls
Grinding dirty baby whoa
All faces come and go
Horse and buggy with them spokes
Smooth ass bearings how it rolls
Grinding dirty baby whoa
It rained forty days
It rained forty nights
It rained in the Allegheny mountain
It rained forty horses
And a Domenecker mule
And they landed on the other side of Jordan
Take off your overcoat
And roll up your sleeves
Jordan is a hard road to travel
Take off your overcoat
And roll up your sleeves
Jordan is a hard road to travel
I believe
The public schools and the highways
Are raising an alarm
Get a country man educated
He ain't gonna work on the farm
The public schools and the highways
Are raising an alarm
Get a country man educated
Ain't gonna work on the farm
Take off your overcoat
And roll up your sleeves
Jordan is a hard road to travel
Take off your overcoat
And roll up your sleeves
Jordan is a hard road to travel
I believe
I don't know
I believe I'm right
The auto's ruined the country
Let's go back to the horse and buggy
Save up some money
I don't know
I believe I'm right
The auto's ruined the country
Let's all go back to the horse and buggy
Let's save up some money
Take off your overcoat
And roll up your sleeves
Jordan is a hard road to travel
Take off your overcoat
And roll up your sleeves
Jordan is a hard road to travel
I believe
I know a man
He's an evangelist
Tabernacle's always full
People come from miles around
Just to hear him shoot the bull
I know a man
He's an evangelist
Tabernacle's always full
People come from miles around
Just to hear him shoot the bull
Take off your overcoat
And roll up your sleeves
Jordan is a hard road to travel
Take off your overcoat
And roll up your sleeves
Jordan is a hard road to travel
I believe
I heard it was nice there- you know, in Magazines and things
And mom and dad went there, back in 2003 When I was king
It's primary, pastel colors
A backdrop of sky and green
It's heat and humidity
Sweaty foreheads and blooming things
Charleston, so lovely- a Monet come to life
Fresh off a horse and buggy
Drinking Merlot with my dream wife
It's crape myrtles and jasmines wafting
And healthy palmetto trees
Freshly painted, centuries-old mansions
And Savannah- a shell of thee
It's lovely architecture
Crooked limbed, overhanging trees
A giant shaded city park overlooks a sawgrass Sea
I'm gonna sow the seed of deep devotion, fertilize it with emotion,
Water it with warm desire and then I'll reap the harvest of love.
Side by side we will take a ride,
In my horse and buggy one day,
And when the daylight ends and the night descends,
And my horse'll run out of hay,
And I will kiss your lips, those tempting lips,
The only ones that can thrill me,
And I would hold you tight 'neath the stars so bright,
If the wife ever finds out she'll kill me.
Antediluvian and I still see some things
And some horse and buggy situations
That don't have meaning
And I see the boyars
And the floating lazzarini suite
Alright
Hold tight
I can do this all night
Alright
It feels so nice tonight
What was it like a hundred years ago inflation probably never moved so slow
A nickel a haircut and a dime a shave no one really realized they had it made
You walk your girl right to the door take her out at three and have her home by four
Horses and buggies and the summer skies paint the pictures that we see in our minds
Alright
Hold tight
I can do this all night
Alright
It feels so nice tonight
But now the world is different from a hundred years past
You wonder what's changed well I'm glad that you asked
People don't date you better be warned they're all sitting at home downloading porn
The political scene is another big mess its a wonder why the population is stressed
And your school's locked down in chaos and fear in today's society nobody cares
Alright
Hold tight
I can do this all night
Alright
It feels so nice tonight
Running out of gas is no good
I'd be going faster if I could
I spent too much at Taco Bell
I need to find a Texaco or Shell
Running out of gas is no good
Running out of gas is a drag
I thought I had getting there in the bag
I can't believe I'm gonna be late
I guess walking is my fate
Running out of gas is a drag
Oh gasoline
It smells good but it don't last forever
Oh gasoline
If you're gonna run out I hope it's in nice weather
Running out of gas is no fun
I'll get there quicker if I run
I wish I'd get my priorities straight
Everybody knows that walking I hate
Running out of gas is no fun
Oh gasoline
It smells good but it don't last forever
Oh gasoline
If you're gonna run out I hope it's in nice weather
Everybody knows
That a horse and buggy is better
Give him some food
Pick up the poop
And then you're on your way
The problem is that time goes by
And nothing lasts forever
This is why the horse and buggy are not
In use today
My Jeep may be old
But she's always been
Good to me
Sinful to let the needle
Get lower than it should
But baby runnin' on fumes is in my blood
And when she's pulled over
With the hazard lights on
It's my chance
To look under
Her hood
Running out of gas is no fun
I'll get there quicker if I run
I wish I'd get my priorities straight
Everybody knows that walking I hate
Running out of gas is no fun
Oh gasoline
It smells good but it don't last forever
Oh gasoline
If you're gonna run out I hope it's in nice weather
Running out of gas is no fun
I'll get there quicker if I run
I wish I'd get my priorities straight
Everybody knows that walking I hate
Running out of gas is no fun
Oh gasoline
It smells good but it don't last forever
Oh gasoline
If you're gonna run out I hope it's in nice weather
Running out of gas is no good
I'd be going faster if I could
I spent too much at Taco Bell
I need to find a Texaco or Shell
Running out of gas is no good
Running out of gas is a drag
I thought I had getting there in the bag
I can't believe I'm gonna be late
I guess walking is my fate
Running out of gas is a drag
Oh gasoline
It smells good but it don't last forever
Oh gasoline
If you're gonna run out I hope it's in nice weather
Running out of gas is no fun
I'll get there quicker if I run
I wish I'd get my priorities straight
Everybody knows that walking I hate
Running out of gas is no fun
Oh gasoline
It smells good but it don't last forever
Oh gasoline
If you're gonna run out I hope it's in nice weather
Everybody knows
That a horse and buggy is better
Give him some food
Pick up the poop
And then you're on your way
Problem is that time goes by
And nothing lasts forever
This is why the horse and buggy are not
In use today
My Jeep may be old
But she's always been
Good to me
Sinful to let the needle
Get lower than it should
But baby runnin' on fumes is in my blood
And when she's pulled over with the hazard lights on
It's my chance
To look under
Her hood
Running out of gas is no fun
I'll get there quicker if I run
I wish I'd get my priorities straight
Everybody knows that walking I hate
Running out of gas is no fun
Oh gasoline
It smells good but it don't last forever
Oh gasoline
If you're gonna run out I hope it's in nice weather
Running out of gas is no fun
I'll get there quicker if I run
I wish I'd get my priorities straight
Everybody knows that walking I hate
Running out of gas is no fun
Oh gasoline
It smells good but it don't last forever
Oh gasoline
If you're gonna run out I hope it's in nice weather
Southern air
Can get pretty muggy
When you're stuck behind
A horse and buggy
And underneath
The weeping willow
Bill reads
Don DeLillo
Lose your heavy load
On this old dirt road
In the wooden wheels
And the liquor deals
In the mason jars
By the reservoir
Just give my royalties
To those willow trees
And all that was lost
To the Spanish moss
Over that bent cross
Oh momma
From the pig circus
To the funeral service
Lord I swear there is a purpose
And no life worthless
Still you gotta say goodbye
In the blink of an eye
But honey please don't cry
For what might drop from the sky
Oh no
And like Goldsboro in 1961
Just drop the gun
Oh here comes the sun
And all this conditional prohibition
It draws suspicion
Of this tradition
And in addition
The new prescription
From my physician
Is a new edition
Of an old petition
So after submission
This coalition
Asked the commission
For its definition
Of love (Of love of love of love of)
American attics
They love the static
Love the static
Love the static
I said American attics
They love the static
Love the static
Love the static
Oh they love the static
[Verse]
Riding through this old dirt lane
Sun is high and fields are plain
No time for that city fame
In the country feel no shame
[Verse 2]
Fences run for miles and miles
Neighbors wave with friendly smiles
Every step just feels so free
On this road where I can be
[Chorus]
Free town road where dreams are made
Stars at night and sun by day
Simple life where hearts don't stray
Free town road I'll always stay
[Verse 3]
Wind it whispers through the trees
Nature's song and summer breeze
Peaceful moments life so grand
Going back to where I stand
[Verse 4]
Horse and buggy steady pace
Running fingers through this place
Lost the time but feel no trace
On free town road I find my space
[Chorus]
Free town road where dreams are made
Stars at night and sun by day
Simple life where hearts don't stray
Free town road I'll always stay
New York City
1873
Horse and buggy
Taking him down the street
We watch the tinsmith work work working away
Until he closes up and we see what he paints
He knows how you all toy with his time
Stealing him away from his one true pride
Milwaukee
Two thousand and twenty-three
New technology
Sending us to the sky
You watch the young young young man fight for a job
Until he hits the hay and plays a little song
He knows how you all toy with his mind
Stealing him away from his one true guide
William and I we see eye to eye
Seeing what's it's like in this lockstep life
Taking one step, you see it all fine
It's a river of dreams flowing up to the sky
But the human in me is thinking I might be wrong
These strawberries taste like the end of a song
My art is flooding with overwhelming light
Going up, coming down in beams of white
I hope we find what we've been searching for
A life well lived full of doubts and hopes
I'm humbled by the grace of these signs
Sitting here in this chapel, just me and my time
Just me and my time
No Bills
crlen Vi Tackett
1979-08-05
She was a hard workin' woman he was a man of the hills
cnd she loved havin' children and he loved
Those reefer and whiskey thrills
Log cabin back up in the hills
Creek runnin' by so easy and no bills
Revenue man the only thing you had to worry about
Sittin' back so calm and easy creek runnin' by so easy
cnd no bills
They had to see the city they had to know what it's like
Magazine pictures just could not make it right
So off down the road they go horse and buggy and all
Down in the jungle the mighty buildings scrap to the sky
Everybody runnin' crazy in suit and tie
Troubadour on the corner gonna sing his songs just for you
You got enough bills to choke a horse and no money child
You got a new car a new house and a new wife
Who never calls you honey unless she needs money child
cnd you long for the days that old cabin some reefer
cnd a little moon shine creek runnin' by so easy and no bills
Revenue man the only thing you had to worry about
Sittin' back so calm and easy creek runnin' by so easy
cnd no bills ~ Shoulda stayed home
You are embedded in tradition
You wear your Amish hat
You have to always wear that long dress in public
But you have a cell phone, what's up with that
You mine as well wear pants
Is that something the Lord hates
Since the world is bad, it buys more time
If you're about to be raped
Here is a true fucking story
My wife and I saw a Mennonite
She was coming out of Victoria's Secret
A bag full of what she wears at night
We both wanted to have sex with her
She should have kept it a secret
But she had a big smile on her face
I'm so glad that God let her keep it
But hey I really do get it
She wasn't trying to be a tease
Rather saving it for a special night
One amazing guy she will please
The crazy thing though, how did she get there
I'm sure it was not horse and buggy
All these young Mormon men seem to care
But they have updated the format of their movies
Sweet Little House on the Prairie
And you still have a nice radio
You drive a Hyundai, not just on Sunday
They did not have that long ago
A decent amount of these people
They tend to pick and choose
Their book was written long before now
So they are allowed to have fast food
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