Lyrics:
America to me
The place I work in
The workers at my side
The little town, a city
Where my people live and die
The howdy and the handshake
The air
oh glory
I'll fly away in the morning
When I die Hallelujah, by and by
I'll fly away
Just a few more weary days and then
I'll fly away
To a land where
Amazing Grace how sweet
The sound that saved a wretch like me
Along the river by the road
Near a Mississippi town
Was a place where my family loved
a land that's far away beside the popcorn fountain
Now I'll see you all this coming fall in the Big Rock Candy Mountain
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain
Alabama
At a club they call Big Jack's
A little four-piece band was jammin'
So I took my guitar and I sat in
I showed 'em what a band would sound like
But I spell a P a little bitty E Sweet bop bop bop shoo shoobie doobie doh
In a little round O
Now you add another P a big skinny L There's one more E
Alabama
At a club they call Big Jack's
A little four-piece band was jammin'
So I took my guitar and I sat in
I showed 'em what a band would sound like
Mobile Alabama
At a club they call Big Jack's
A little four-piece band was jammin'
So I took my guitar and I sat in
I showed 'em what a band would
you ain't into that, we don't give a damn
We're from North California and South Alabama
And little towns all around this land
We can skin a buck
She stepped off the bus out into the city streets
Just a small town girl with her whole life
Packed in a suitcase by her feet
But somehow
and be gayo
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou
Thibodaux, Fontaineaux, the place is buzzin'
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Dress
of any sort this ain't no trip
This ain't no trip to a foreign land.
This ain't no trip to a foreign land.
It's your own school home town its where you
I wanna take you to New York
I'll make it happen
I'm on the Garbos
I'm drinking Manhattans
I'll take a splash on the big town
That's how I will
oh glory
I'll fly away in the morning
When I die Hallelujah, by and by
I'll fly away
Just a few more weary days and then
I'll fly away
To a land where
Well, down in New Orleans, the land of dreams
The best doggone place, son, you have ever seen
The cats go wild, do a boogie that's hot
My boogie woogie
oh glory
I'll fly away in the morning
When I die Hallelujah, by and by
I'll fly away
Just a few more weary days and then
I'll fly away
To a land where
to Texas
And they bought some land yeah
And they settled in a hobo
Home by a taco stand
He was doin' things he didn't understand
There was no way
buried in this land
For one small band of gold to place on sweet little Jenny's hand
'Cause a man needs a woman to love him all the time
Remember Sam
downtown Dallas by the
Sight of the grassy knoll
Where the leader fell and a town was broken
Away from the feel and flow of life for so many years
He hears
the place is buzzin'
Kinfolk come to see my John by the dozen
Dressed in style, go hog wild, me-o, my-o
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou
the mountain
It's rich seam fueling the chaos of their own world
Meanwhile, down in the town, the Happyfolk slept restlessly
Their dreams invaded by shadowy
[Chorus:]
Rag Doll livin' in a movie
Hot tramp Daddy's little cutie
You're so fine they'll never see ya leavin' by the back door, mam
Hot time
the sun will be goin' down
And this little town will be cool and dark
Forget about heaven. Let me stay here forever
In the valley of the thundering
came around
We'd always stop by Willie's house and say
'Do y'all need anything from town?'
He'd say 'No, but why don't cha all stop on your way back
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