Lyrics:
a frat boy fight
You wore it in the stands at the football games
Some ink beneath the sleeve, I still wear your name
And I loved you girl, yeah, I still
owns a claim
But a star is still a star by any other name
Well now everybody's worried about a good look
But they need to be worried about a good
eyes
Here's to the good times, while there's still time
Well lay it all out, spray it on sweet
Carve it in oak and permanent ink
And park it way
the rain
But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even called me by my name
Well, I've heard my name
A few times in your phone book
to be the bad guy
Well, it's the last time you're gonna see a bad guy do the rap game like me
I went and copped the chopsticks
Put it in my bun just
the rain
But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even called me by my name
Well, I've heard my name
A few times in your phone book
All the children testified that Miss Macbeth
Wore a fishbone slide in her cobweb tresses
Her eyes were black like first foot coal, clutched
Ladies and gentlemen!
May I have your attention, please?
Do you wake every morning in shame and despair
To discover your pillow is covered with
shadows as your ink
You chisel memories in stone
These thoughts are yours and yours alone
You're alone
You're alone
You're alone
Lay down the words
Always
The Ink Spots
Written by Irving Berlin
This version not released as a single
Five versions charted in 1926, two in 1944, and two more in
on the sidewalk
By a café where I hope to be working soon
Please come to Boston
She said, "No, David, you come home to me"
And she said
"Hey rambling boy,
to the good times, while there's still time
Well lay it all out, spray it on sweet
Carve it in oak and permanent ink
And park it way back, fog it on up
Singin'
Earl Keen
at the dance hall down in green
he said the party never ends down aggy way
yeah and Dallas has their show with old David Allen Coe
he never
But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even called me by my name
Well I've heard my name a few times in your phone book
(Hello,
wind calls
By and by, again, the morning sun will rise
But the darkness never goes from some men's eyes
(Well I know)
It strolls the sidewalk and it
Traditonal arrangement by
Auldridge, Gaudreau, Coleman and Klein
© 1993 AGCK Music/ Mountainside Music (BMI)
Well I woke up early with those
Ladies and gentlemen!
May I have your attention, please?
Do you wake every morning in shame and despair
To discover your pillow is covered with
on the sidewalk
By a café where I hope to be working soon
Please come to Boston
She said, "No, David, you come home to me"
And she said
"Hey rambling boy,
can't although we've tried and tried and tried
We may not deserve you, we'll come to serve you by and by
Feed and water the horses
Where they lie.
your couch
And it's knowing I'm not shacked by forgotten words and bons
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
That keeps you in the back
it's harder than it ever looks.
All alone in the edge of the water
Hiding out by the Sea of Cortez
With my sketch pads and Flairs
Tapes
to have a woman
Poor baby, all alone
Evening after evening by the telephone-
We're the only tenderness he's ever known
Poor baby
David-
Yes?
needed to write as we're kept out of sight, well no more
In a few hours by dawns early light we'll be ready to fight us a war
This time we're in it
to think
If the spirit's sleeping, then the flesh is ink.
History's page, it is thusly carved in stone
The future's here, we are it, we are on our own.
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