Lyrics:
the gooseberry time
Old mother Hubbard and her dog were Dutch
A bow-legged rooster and he hobbled on a crutch
The hen chewed tobacco and the duck drank wine
and behold things are killing me
Silly expectations of a dream
Girls are gonna love the way I toss my hair
Boys are gonna hate the way I seem
Day old, day
for the old school tie
Only the greedy need apply
Another intern chokes on his gooseberry fool
Mild amusement in the typing pool
Office politics,
some
To know that I come from the state of Tennessee
Let's give old Tennessee credit for music
As they play it up in Nashville every day
Let's give
roll (oh)
Won't go to hear 'em play a tango
I'd rather hear some blues or funky old soul
There's only one sure way to get me to go
Start playing
just want to play
That good old country waltz
Well, I loved, and I lost, and I cried
The day that the two of us died
Ain't got no excuses, I just
plays the blues
The clock is striking, guess it must be three
My room is lonely as a room can be
I'm improvising on a memory
An old piano plays
Here's the old school, with the new school
Here's the old school, with the new school
Here's the old school, with the new school
R. Kelly play
Summer's growing old, her smile is not so bold
Summer's growing old
Children play the same old way, all the day long
Summer's growing old, her
and we'd drink applejack that old AppleJack had made
Then he'd take his banjo down then he'd ask me if I'd sing
And he would play the banjo and I'd play my
Sawyer, ride a raft with old Huck Finn
Take a nap like Rip Van Winkle, daze dreaming again
Oh, play me some mountain music
Like grandma and grandpa
and the lights were low
He said "it's time to play the scene"
"But it's time to drink my Ovaltine"
Too old
Too old
He's too old to cut the mustard anymore
the band plays the old country waltz
Out the window, the moon shines on the roofs of the cars
While I knock down tequila and salt, oh
And the band plays
like an old valentine.
When you say I love you,
The same old I love you,
They whisper in stories and plays,
You can change I love you,
The same
the band plays the
old country waltz.
Out the window the moon shines
On the roofs of the cars
While I knock down
tequila and salt
And the band plays the
old
some
To know that I come from the state of Tennessee
Let's give old Tennessee credit for music
As they play it up in Nashville every day
Let's give
Where the wild roses grow in Alberta-|On the banks of the Gooseberry lake|There's a rose I suppose that you hearda-|She's as mild as a wild Irish
The gooseberry blues is one tune I don't play
Going down the upline to your heart
Changing partners for a brand-new start
If you asked I might just stay
But since
What good is sitting, alone in the room?
Come, hear the music play, yes
Life is a cabaret, old chum
Come to the cabaret
Put down that knitting
Get out old Dan's records
Get out old Dan's records
We will Dance the whole night long
It's fun to play the old time songs
If old Dan could see us
time feelin' plays for beer in bars,
Like and old blues-time picker who don't recall who you are.
And that old time feelin' limps through the night
roll (oh)
Won't go to hear 'em play a tango
I'd rather hear some blues or funky old soul
There's only one sure way to get me to go
Start playing
Like a little old fashioned music box
With just one tune to play
My heart keeps singin' I love you
Twenty four hours a day
Like a little old
Sawyer, ride a raft with old Huck Finn
Take a nap like Rip Van Winkle, daze dreaming again
Oh, play me some mountain music
Like grandma and grandpa
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