Lyrics:
won’t let go of you
You might have the Hank Williams Blues
Lord when you got ‘em
You know by the pain
You’re hitting on rock bottom
Out in the pouring
from it all
And I got to take a break for a while
Where there ain't another human for a hundred miles
I hate bein' enclosed by the walls
I got
I got a letter; it came in the mail today
I saw by the stamp it was written an ocean away
No need to open it, I know what it must say
I?ll just go
Easter day was a holiday
Of all days of the year,
And all the little schoolfellows went out to play
But Sir William was not there.
Mamma went
check it out
Move itttttttt... i-i-i-i-i-i-i-it's - it's
- [will.i.am]
It's the funk that make you jump, sexy honies shake they hump
Got them dummies
in, check it out
Move itttttttt... i-i-i-i-i-i-i-it's - it's
[Will.i.am]
It's the funk that make you jump, sexy honies shake they hump
Got them
did shake
And on my grave the words will say
"I believed you, William Blake"
We scraped by in the shadows
Sown with pity and with scorn
The great
Way down in Carolina where the sweet potatoes grow
There lives a dusky maiden by the name of Liza Snow
She used to go to parties where they'd
nearly killed me (at the KTV)
I was found in a hutong haze
Climbing up forbidden city walls, like a Bond Square bandit
Oh, being chased by William
short temper to cool out
Yeah sometimes I need woosah, time to get paid by the goo-ghaas
My office on top of that rooftop, for my mama Myra Anderson
Tell
Breakaway, my heart is cryin'
Breakaway, the time is flyin'
So, I'm gonna tell myself don't sit and mourn
Lookin' sad and so forlorn
Tell
William Astor
Underground
I heard a baby cry
Happy couples passing by
Doing it all for love
Blood and Stone
The baby’s breath
Spoke so clearly
when?
Unlike the Baptist he has kept his head
I said vank!
William Gordon and Paul Bogle led
A rebellion cause they used their heads
But had their
gonna go
Who's gonna show you the things you don't know
Who's gonna hush, who's gonna hush your sweet mellow
Just keep your eyes on the flyin' sky
Words and music by Hank Williams, Sr.
You wore out a brand new trunk
Packin' and unpackin' your junk
Your daddy's mad, he's done got peeved
paying my rent every day
Oh in the tower of song
I said to hank Williams, how lonely does it get?
Hank Williams hasn't answered yet
But I hear him
(Kim Williams/Clay Walker/Kent Blazey)
The wind was blowing through your hair
The moon was shing on your face
You looked like a picture sittin'
cold heart?
Words and Music by Hank Williams, 1951
cannonball
And the flyin' Zambinis watch Margarita do her neck twist
And the ringmaster gets the crowd to count along
Ninety-five, ninety-six, ninety-seven
motion
Feelin' like Hype Williams shootin' a nigga
Shootin' a nigga, hey, hey, hey
I need a slow motion video right now, ayy, ayy
Damn, baby, pussy
was laid
By the yellow man
We pledge allegiance
All our lives
To the magic colors
Red, blue and white
But we all must be given
The liberty that
I'M GONNA SING
Writer Hank Williams
CHORUS
When I get to Glory, I'm gonna sing, sing, sing
I'm gonna let the hallelujahs ring
I'm gonna praise my
In this cloudy sky overhead now
There's no guiding star I can see
And I would be lost by each wild tempest tossed
Oh, if I didn't know of a place
cannonball
And the flyin' Zambinis watch Margarita do her neck twist
And the ringmaster gets the crowd to count along
Ninety-five, ninety-six, ninety-seven
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