Lyrics:
on that flight, hoe
Land by the night, hoe
Hope you slept nice, hoe
Cause it be on sight, hoe
Fronted you a extra G
Use that shit to bring a friend
Only
begonias or a touch of the blues
And there's nothing wrong with
The look that's in her eye
I had to learn the hard way
To let her pass by, let her pass
on amphetamines
I say
I say
Well, my boyfriend's in a band
He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed
I've got feathers in my hair
I get down to Beat poetry
BOP-A-LENA
WRITERS MEL TILLIS, WEBB PIERCE
RECORDED BY RONNIE SELF
Oop-scooby-dooby-lena, go-gal-go
bop-a-lena, bop-a-lena, she's my gal
Oh,
Johnny Gore on
stage by his hair"
"Come on guys, give the Gators a hand. I paid two dollars
just to see this ba, ba, band"
"And I ain't gonna let no loser,
of kisses
Won't you come and ride upon my wagon load of love
We'll ride ride ride down lover's lane together side by side in every kind of weather
This
Her eyes they shone like the diamonds
You'd think she was queen of the land
And her hair hung over her shoulders
Tied up with a black velvet band
whip it with my other hands
I got supply, you got demands Cocaine white the other bands, watch me do my money dance
I said I figure out equations just by
know you're gone
I look around for someone new, but I see you
Jumpin' up there with the band
Takin' me by the hand
Hey boy, come dance with me
Stuck
Just walk right out and leave me, it's alright
Take off your wedding band
When he takes you by the hand.
If you're gonna do me wrong, do it right
too late
As we're walking on by
Her soul slides away
But don't look back in anger
I heard you say
Take me to the place where you go
Where nobody
the dancing tonight
But, oh, Monday morning it comes round too soon
The sound of the flax mill, the beat of the loom
But tonight the band's playing
mounted on a plaque
He was so ambitious for a juvenile
He needed to learn how to stay a child
He had big dreams with a grand ole smile
What can I say I made
JUST OVER IN THE GLORYLAND
Traditional
I've a home prepared, where the saints abide,
Just over in the Gloryland!
And I long to be by my Savior's
still I'm left out in the cold
Because you wear a yellow band of fourteen karat gold
I never should have let my heart go roaming by itself
But it gets
to our Captain told
"In this pocket by my heart, sir, is a message, send it please
And with it send this little band of gold".
[Chorus]
I promised
Curly would drive that old pickup truck
Lilly would roll a cigarette
They never sweated the money they made
They get by just fine on anything they
the land
When he'd start in to drivin' down that steel
The sparks would fly to beat the band
Lord, Lord, the sparks would fly to beat the band
One day they
Each night in some cafe
I'm on display until the dark, turns into dawn
Up upon the stand, singing with the band
While the music plays on
Each
Your father will tell you an Emo band breaks up soon
Because an emotion won't last long
And it never comes again
If you're not bored of me why do I
(Mike Will Made-It)
Bad bitch with a tan
Do you know one by chance?
Hundred bands in the Lamb'
Do you have one by chance?
Need to see the Xan
Scratch my back with a lightning bolt
Thunder rolls like a bass drum note
The sound of the weather is Heaven's ragtime band
We all fell down
I dance in my underpants
I'm gonna run for government
I'm gonna form a covers band and all
A-back there by the baby grand
Did Mr. Winter
me and Frankie laughin' and drinkin' nothin' feels better than blood on blood
Takin' turns dancin' with Maria
While the band played 'The Night
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