Lyrics:
for the common man
Martin van Buren was nicknamed Little Van
William Henry Harrison, in a month had died
Number 10, John Tyler, struggled to preside
mother
Oh is it my brother John
Or is it my sweet William, my own true love
To Scotland new come home
It is not your father, it is not your mother
It is
a college
Professor william Saroyan marrying the
Same woman twice (but
By then he wasn't going anywhere
Anyhow) john Fante being sliced away
Bit by bit by
I'm going back to the place that I used to call home
I'm goin' back to the place where the antelope never roam
Wild West Virginia, home
and the parcels
'cause all our homes and offices got
Stacks of mail last June, ow! Ha! Ha!
When it was my birthday anyway
We're all dead pleased by the way
You've
in St John's Gardens
Or Alexandra Park
With the sun on my face
No you cannot replace it
I'm home
I'm home
I'm home
I'm home
I'm home
I'm home
I'm home
Well I'm the jibber, jabber, jaw like Shabba
Ranks making bank operating like Trapper
John, M-D, yeah, that's what folks tell me
I plan on going
he bought and
Brazil and Spain he fought
And freedom then he sought for Argentina
Now Admiral William Brown
You're a man of courage shown
And in
Lord, won't you carry me home| |Oh, carry him home|Oh, carry him home|Oh, Lord, won't you carry him home|His body has weakened, I want to see John
THE CARNIVAL SONG By David Williams 1982 David Williams
In the big field the colored lights hung from a pole
and we'd work for the rides, free
there by the name of William Brown.
I served my master faithfully for seven long years or more
Till I shipped aboard The Ocean Queen belonging to Tramore.
In Saint John New Brunswick, A city by the sea. There is a girl, who's longing for me. She waits everyday, she's waiting for my call. Way up
of the month as if I'm not worried enough in a stressful mood
Nobody gotta know about this, trepidation in my home no I won't allow it
Keep cash flow going like
come back and win by three
Alright!
I love it!
Fuck you guys!
Sorry, buddy...
Who's the new guy?
Oh, that's my friend John.
Hey John... sweet hat!
became a gin and tonic
Mine became a beer
And we grew up a little more last year
Today at work they passed me by
And promoted John instead
I came
the only drink to buy
Really, it's fine, simply divine
It's recommended by William J bryan
Eve'rybody's drinking grape juice
Ever since the town went dry
gasket just blew
This always happens, thirty minutes from home
Gotta lay a log cabin, only option I have is McDonald's bathroom
In a public stall,
a ho all on your grill if he ratting
For talking when you not in
The game like John Madden
Bye bye ass, drive by past you
See you with my ho, I just ride
Words and music by Dar Williams
Have I got everything? Am I ready to go?
Is it going to be wild, is it gonna be the best time?
Or am I just
gasket just blew
This always happens, thirty minutes from home
Gotta lay a log cabin, only option I have is McDonald's bathroom
In a public stall,
on my booty
Hundred ladies on my mind (Damn)
J-John got my phone (Brr)
That's in aeroplane mode
Come and join the party
Yeah, my home is not your home
like I'm trippin on tussin
Fussin with the girls they waste my time,
Thrashin and bashin going out of my mind
Crucified by the critics everyday,
to get it
Am I being selfish attempting to rid my life from the drama in it?
See it was harder coming home than going in
Hard to understand that
unto my horse, mother
And meat to my man John
And I'll away to fair Margaret's bower
Before the night comes on"
"Oh, stay at home with me, dear Willie
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