Lyrics:
Jiminy Cricket
Right
Take the strait and narrow path
And if you start to slide
Give a little whistle, give a little whistle
And always let your
Jiminy Cricket
Right
Take the strait and narrow path
And if you start to slide
Give a little whistle, give a little whistle
And always let your
I steal unto her shieling lorn
And thro' the dooring peep
There on the cricket's singing stone
She spares the bog wood fire
And hums in sad sweet
eggs
Ten little eggs
Eleven little eggs
Why don't you get out of my head?
One little cricket
Two little crickets
Three little crickets
Four little
night and the crickets are calling
And the coyotes are making a wail
I dream by my smouldering fire
Along the Navajo trail
I Love to ride and listen
Put crickets on a hook
I know how to catch them and
I know how to cook
'Cause I'm XXX X Tremely country
Yea I am from XXX X Tremely country
My family
to sleep
I steal unto her shielding lorn
And through the dooring peep.
There on the cricket's singing stone,
She spares the bogwood fire,
And hums in
where the crickets learn and sing and play, baby
Inside your head
Trust me instead
Inside your head
Trust me instead
Inside your head
Trust me
The adults return
The cricket is still alive
But the stench of its blood
The cricket is still alive
But the stench of its blood
You and me my sister and brother
We lie in wait in heaps of wonder
Our ears to the ground we hear
The cricket's roll of thunder
You and me my sister
Yell Jiminy Cricket
Take the straight and narrow path
And if you start to slide
Give a little whistle!
Give a little whistle!
And always let your
Cricket Cricket
Yeeee (x3)
Say why don’t you cricket cricket
Why don't you cricket cricket
Why don't you cricket cricket
Why don't you cricket
I steal unto her shieling low
And through her dooreen peep
There on the cricket's singing stone
She stirs the bog wood fire
And hums in soft
In the blue of evening
When you appear close to me, dear one
There in that dusk we'll share a dream reverie
In the blue of evening
While crickets
Lower your eyelids over the water
Join the night like the trees
You lie under
How many crickets how many waves
Easy after easy on the one way shore
nobody in our business
Just us and the crickets and the good Lord
Stars gonna burn on out, the moon gonna sneak on down
We could have a hell of a time,
Tweedle, tweedle, tweedle dee
I'm as happy as can be
Jimminy cricket, Jimminy Jack
You make my heart go clickety-clack
Tweedle, tweedle, tweedle
the breeze (rockin' with the rhythm of the rain that's fallin')
Keep blowin' (night birds are singin', the crickets are callin')
Oh, my heart will never be
sure saw heaven when I tasted your lips.
So blow out the stars, turn off the moon
Fade out the crickets and the nightingale's tune
Take down
crickets call and stars are falling
There 'neath the midnight sky you'll come to me
In the shadows of the night we'll stand
I'll touch your hand
like cricket players
I don't like the way that you look
I don't like cricket players
And I don't like the way that you talk
Sexually charged to the point
ticket
Oye hoye mera cricket X2
Aaye Haaye mera cricket
Mera Pehla pyaar cricket
Meri aakhiri chahat cricket
Yeh na hota toh hum kya the
Is se
Good Lord willing and the creek don't rise
My baby's got a song to sing
While the crickets and the train whistle harmonize
Doin' that front porch
down to her sheeling low
And through the door I peep
There on the cricket's singing stone
She piles the bog-wood fire
And sings in love's sweet
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