Lyrics:
going to make it
We planned a revolution
From a cheap Southampton bistro
I don't remember details
But there were English boys with banjos
Jay is
the regrets
The potential of tragedy hangs you bad threads
Strike up the banjo and sing us a song
Good luck
Don't you feel so bad
Just don't get your
she learning the song you taught me at the start
The one the bells and the banjos played on our hearts
Now the bars are all empty, everybody's
songs
The banjos sing along
And the crisp sound of fall
I still recall
Do you still remember?
Flashlights under covers
Raindrops on my
pick up the pieces then?
I had a dream about Helena where she was strumming her cello like it was a banjo.
We got drunk and danced in the sand dunes
cause he won?t ever tell her
and it?s so hard to find my way
so hard to find my way
so hard to find my way
Poor Richard?s got himself a banjo
to move to the beat
Country and Western - gI'mmie my stetson banjo -
Washboard - Red neck overload - Yea I'm right behind
Their idea of a good time
an oldie! Yeah... yeah...
Look at the moon that the light of the sun makes.
You could use either a banjo or dobro
Look at the leaves la, loo, loo, la,
Out the plug he's strummin' on a banjo a lot
Square dance hoedown rodeo and a bucket
Full of rocks passing the jug and the catfish
Crock-pot
we did so long ago
We'll play the banjo gaily, she'll love me like before
And the Yellow Rose of Texas shall be mine forevermore
[Chorus]
You coax the blues right out of the horn, Mame
You charm the husk right off of the corn, Mame
You've got the banjos strummin' and plunkin' out
on the banjo Sammy's slappin' spoons
Jimmy plays a Martin and he's a singing fool
Dancin' in God's country, thirty miles from town
Summer stars up in
Just two sips from a Fort Marx jar
Keeps the bass sound round and the banjo sharp
Ciderville Saturday Night
On Saturday night the only thing I pray
do with our lives now anyway?
Now that our North Star can no longer be found
But there's a banjo moon in a tie-dyed sky
Hippies dance and babies
your banjo, we're gonna mow 'em down, we've got a feelin', it's even breathin'.
We know how cheap our freedom is.
But I'm a pissed washer, walkin' down
going to make it
We planned a revolution
From a cheap Southampton bistro
I don't remember details
But there were English boys with banjos
Jay is
Aussitôt je me vois déjà
Au fin fond de l'Arizona
Affublée d'un grand chapeau
Et grattant sur un vieux banjo
Woh……… Ring ding ding
L'Amérique ça me fait
banjos and fiddles
Disconnect all angel sounds
Gather up now, let's go
Pirate punk politician
I got you in a bad position
Pirate punk politician
town on a Sunday
Black tie and tails on a donkey
I rode into town with banjo on my knee
Those times are kind of funky
And black oak savanna black oak
boys
Picking American banjo
Fed up and feathering ya'll want to sing in American
Further up and further in
We all want to sing in American
We all
Merle
Yeah, I'm living in a country world (C-O-U-N-T-R-Y)
I'm a country boy, I get my enjoy
With a fiddle in the middle and a banjo make a little
by a fire
To a demon playing banjo along with hell's fire
(Out here)
Out here they cookin' possum and hog nuts
That's mountain oysters too all
roll on his shoulder and a banjo on his knee
He would hitch a ride with truckers, he believed them to be free
Eighteen wheelers roll a little further
That's enough to support Arianna Huffington for six or seven years. That's enough to buy every banjo ever made. But for me, that's just one day's interest
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