Lyrics:
I had a friend was a big baseball player
Back in high school
He could throw that speedball by you
Make you look like a fool boy
Saw him the other
Brando right into the sun, then dance just like a Casanova
With my blackjack and jacket and hair slicked sweet
Silver star studs on my duds, just like
You know you want me
My girls
Been goin 'round talkin'
They say that you been
Watchin' me, boy
I know
By the way you're talkin'
That you're
All day long I hear my telephone ring
Friends calling giving their advice
From the boy I love, I should break away
'Cause heartaches he'll bring
of the good times and
All of my fat lines
Upstaging a climaxing dream, yeah
'Cause if it's all right to
Be your good time boy
If it's all right, be your good
I walked down to the river, poor boy
To see the ships go by
My sweetheart stood on the deck of one
And she waved to me goodbye
Bow down your head
This is my same old coat
And my same old shoes
I was the same old me
With the same old blues
And then you touched my life
Just by holding my
I never get this much
He ran my heart I remember very well
We stood there kissin' by the mistletoe
Tingle, tingle
Mmm and away we go, jingle,
something good
But I shoulda had another mechanic under my hood
If you see me walking by you, boy, don't you even speak
Pretend you on the sofa and I'm
city, hard times never bother me
I'm a country boy, I'm as happy as I can be
Ooh, that's my way, baby
I don't want you to even tell me about the big
Come listen to my tale 'bout a pretty little girl
That I chanced to meet on the prairie
T'was a night in June by the western moon
That I met my
from the city call my baby's number, and they bring Candy toys
But when I come knockin', she smiles pretty,
She knows tonight I'm gonna be Candy's
everybody passed me by.
I'm going down to rosedale, take my rider by my side.
I'm going down to rosedale, take my rider by my side.
You can still
Times are getting hard boys
Money's getting scarce
Times don't get no better boys
Gonna leave this place.
Take my true love by her hand
Lead
surrounded by the girls
With the tank tops and the flirty ways
I'm just sipping on chamomile
Watching boys and girls and their sex appeal
With a stranger
Tell my boy his daddy's so proud of him
And don't forget to give my love to Rose
Won't you tell them I said thanks for waiting for me
Tell my boy
And shave off the years now, it's all inside my head
The boy in the red shoes is dancing by my bed
Put them in a box somewhere, put them in a drawer
Take
a little deeper in the well
My daddy used to tell me don't be fooled by what you see
If you want to get to the heart of things you gotta look way down deep
Been the top boy for a couple summers here
And I'm popping like the Kente that my mama wears, yeah
So quit running out your mouth
Real bloody niggas
(Oh yeah)
Yes, your loss is my gain
'Cause straight into my arms he came
You want every boy to pass you by
Now the hurts on you, now the hurts
shall it be in the end
That bullshit is bullshit, it just goes by different names
Come on boy, come on girl
Succumb to the beat surrender
Come
Brando right into the sun, then dance just like a Casanova
With my blackjack and jacket and hair slicked sweet
Silver star studs on my duds, just like
handsome and nice
But I took her advice and passed him by
Years have passed and don't look
Like love's gonna give me a second try
Boy the look on your
mean a thing
a little bit of winter don't mean a thing
Hey Willie when the birds arrive
the flowers bloom
while the clouds float by
Tell my
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