Lyrics:
night and crickets are callin'
And coyotes are makin' a wail
I dream by a smoldering fire
Along the Navajo Trail
I love to lie and listen
night and crickets are callin'
And coyotes are makin' a wail
I dream by a smoldering fire
Along the Navajo Trail
I love to lie and listen
lonesome when you go.
Flowers on the hillside, bloomin' crazy,
Crickets talkin' back and forth in rhyme,
Blue river runnin' slow and lazy,
I could stay with
My darling little crickets
Chirping for the flesh
The flesh that they've been hungry for
For years
I told my little crickets how they'd struggle
Well, the crickets get it
And the ants get it
I bet you the pigs get it
Yeah, even the plants get it
Come on now, and get with it
Yeah, I want
Zealand, too
I went up to Pakistan and India, too
I came back to West Indies
And I had a cricket match
I went into South Africa
And told them to get back oh,
British
They're calling for an umpire
Nobody's playing cricket
The flags are coming down everybody stands saluting
But somewhere in the distance, I can hear
make a lot of loveWhich is
a normal thingTo make a lot of loveFor it was
summertimeWhen all the crickets singAnd in the
summertimeWhen anyone's in
make a lot of love which is just a normal thing to make a lot of love for it was summer time when all the crickets sing and it was sumer time when
make a lot of loveWhich is
a normal thingTo make a lot of loveFor it was
summertimeWhen all the crickets singAnd in the
summertimeWhen anyone's in
will begin as the sun begins to set and birds get more quiet and then the thick of nighttime when crickets chirp. This will feature white noise, cricket
cold beer
Just lyin' back in the cool green grass
Nothin' on my mind but a five pound bass
Watchin' the evenin' sun go down
The crickets are the only
head messed up, and sometimes do
Yes I like it when it's quiet in the night and I hear crickets
I like a lot but all I love is you
Hon, I like a lot but
I’m a Cricket
I have wings and legs but I can’t fly.
I can jump far if I have to and am pretty fast.
I usually stay up late into the night.
I
dream team, wow
Bigy, bigy as King-Kong
I looked at my phone, but I'm so alone
Cricket, cricket will fire, bro
Lucky, lucky, dream team, wow
Bigy, bigy
That no one else can sing
The fences sway
The porches swing
The clouds begins to thunder
Crickets wander, murmuring
The earth will wave with
a big to do
And the old cow just goes, 'Moo'
Well, the dogs and the cats they take up the middle
The honeybee hums and the crickets fiddle
The donkey
miss the bootlegger smelling in the air
Miss friendly faces and the country smiles
The crickets singing you can hear it for miles
Miss the rooster
Yeah
Uh huh
This one goes out to my boy
And all my other boys
Who feel like they aint scoring
Life is like cricket
It aint about scoring
Certified
miss the bootlegger smelling in the air
Miss friendly faces and the country smiles
The crickets singing you can hear it for miles
Miss the rooster
The moths at the window,
They can see the light.
The crickets crick in the dark.
My pen runs out of ink,
As I start to write
The feelings that
The year was 1975
That night crickets cried
They knew what was going down
Three girls travel a long country road
And one said she thinks it's time
This
**Verse 1:**
Cricket saw a bee one day,
Buzzing in the flowers,
He said, ""Oh Bee, come out and play,
Let's dance away the hours!""
Oh I live in God's own county
And Yorkshire is the name
The white rose is the emblem
And cricket is the game
Oh I live in God's own county
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