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The Raconteurs · Blue Collar Comedy Tour · Jean Paul De La Tour · D-Tour · The Asteroids Galaxy Tour · Tour De Taxa · Snowy White & the White Flames · Jack White · Jack White III · Jack & Jack · Jordan White · Motionless In White · The Average White Band · The White Stripes · Thin White Rope · White Cassette · Jack Espinosa · Jack McConnell · Tomorrow Man & The Jack · Jack the Radio – and 103 other artists »
White Light White Heat White Trash (Social Distortion) · Jack Good's Six-Five Special! Versus Jack Good's Oh Boy! (Jack Good) · Jack Daniel's Tour 1988 (Guns N' Roses) · Jack White's Jukebox (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Fight Test/Thank You Jack White/Deterioration of the Fight or Flight Response (The Flaming Lips) · Amore Dopo Amore, Tour Dopo Tour (Renato Zero) · Vans Warped Tour '12: 2012 Tour Compilation (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Vans Warped Tour '12: 2012 Tour Compilation (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Ricky Martin Live: Black and White Tour (Ricky Martin) · Ricky Martin Live: Black and White Tour [DVD] (Ricky Martin) – and 90 other albums »
(hey hey) Your lips kiss Jack on fire And when you fall in love with me We can dig a hole by the willow tree Then I will fuck you till you die
Of a magazine Some day (some day) I'd like (I?d like) To take a walk with you Maybe ride our bikes down by the sea side Meg White I saw you on the big
from nowhere out on the desert sand One Eyed Jack the trader hold some turquoise in his hand By his side sat Running Elk his longtime Indian friend He
on a blanket with a book In the shade, white suit Happy hour at the bar And I m jamming with some friends We're up to the same tricks Drinking cocktails
[Jack White and Meg White] Rag and bone! Rag and bone! Rag and bone! Rag and bone! [Jack White] Meg, look at this place. [Meg White
I've been on the Grand Ole Opry I've played a show with ZZ Top Went on tour with Skynyrd and man they still rock Shot the bull with Bocephus, before
And a seat by my Cradle with My mother the war Forsaken vigil Three years each tour Hands of God enfold him Prayed mother of the war Haunt
California, Here I Come Written by Joseph Meyer, Al Jolson and Buddy G. De Sylva Jack was sittin poker faced with bullets backed with bitches Neal
Maine in the air till they follow me to the car Cash money with a bag of this molly to kick it off Now that's what you callin' a Nicki Minaj Lettin'
and the headline read "All-American Comeback Kid" He was recruited by the best schools in the land He decided he would sign with his Uncle Sam Kissed his mama
fuck them Federallies Muthafuckas can't get enough bread at Rally's Bringin white girl through Mexicali Homies come up and got dead in alleys Cocaine,
Oh the shark has pretty teeth, dear And he shows them pearly white Just a jack knife has Mac Heath, dear And he keeps it out of sight When the shark
Jack With the luck of men that roam With the back door steps for a dining room And the boxcar for a home; We dodged the bulls on the eastern route
Jack With the luck of men that roam With the back door steps for a dining room And the boxcar for a home We dodged the bulls on the eastern route
He's a big bright shiny lookin' White knight waitin with an icecube in his chest And his words won't mean a thing When you're waitin for a king Why
grudge We have to hurry to get them in scrape Fight Acrid smell of smoke in the air White flag's rising, mainmast breaks Ears go deaf by my
Oh the shark has pretty teeth dear And he shows them pearly white Just a jack-knife has Mac-heath dear And he keeps it out of sight When
secrets I ain't chuckin' tips I'd rather be bumpin' hips On that ratchet with muffin tits Tore up the limits From Britan visions would rock their lives
Taken from letters sent by Jack the Ripper Fired anticipation, burns within me. Revealed in illness, at infancy. Whispering Jack, born in a fever.
Sometimes like a dream you come cut From the same cloth The light in your palm so white I feel it in my heart Horse hoof imprint on the saddle
by candle light And fire in their eyes Couldrons bubble over-filled Grinning Jack-O-Lanterns On this night of nights Leather bat wings Slicing through
eighteen was too early Maybe thirty or forty is too Did you get your chance to make peace with the man Before He sent down his angels for you? Mamas
stuff all look the same I don't need a Joey Neckbone puttin his artwork on my CD Drawin Apple Jacks and Honeycomb with me sittin on the throne No I'm
Well, I think you're gonna be okay, son You've had the tour, I guess These two buttons by the way This one I hope you never press Some holy fool, just
I think you're gonna be okay, son If I had the tour, I guess These two buttons by the way This one I hope you never press Some holy fool, just