Lyrics:
still alive, you're lookin' like a saint"
Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts
The backstage manager was pacing all around by
to be there by nine
Pinstripe suit, clean shirt and tie
Stops off at the corner shop, to buy The Times
'Good Morning Smithers-Jones'
'How's the wife
to be there by nine
Pinstripe suit, clean shirt and tie
Stops off at the corner shop, to buy The Times
'Good Morning Smithers-Jones'
'How's the wife
a gun by her bed
And a letter he wrote
From a dry, foundered boat
And the train track will take
All the wounded ones home
And I'll be alone
oo
Aye yippey aye yeah
Aye yippey aye oo wah
Now that summer is gone, you have to go back home
Please come and see me again, I never felt more alone
You're on a tightrope ride
Nobody by your side
Well, you're all alone
Gotta find a new home
Don't go over the line
You better keep on time
When you've got no more assurance
Than a great big hunk of lead
And if you don't respond to romance
Jack, you're dead!
When a chick is smiling
x2]
[Trina:]
I see the boys break they necks when I walk on by
Fat ol' ass thick ol' thighs
Mrs. Trina baddest bitch that's right
Diamond
are justified by the means
When Jack's on the scene
Track the movement, don't lose it
Cause if he come through the back, he attacks
Crack, cocaine,
What's up, darlin'?
I been keeping my eye on your movement
I can't see no room for improvement
Why you all over there in your Jack Jones?
You
and no more groans
No mortgages or loans
And you won't see a trace of worrying on the face of Farmer Jones
Howdy neighbor, happy harvest
Get your
the song
No one picks like Bill Monroe and don't George Jones sing great
I can tell that the people care by the people at my gate
Webb Pierce invites
As Allen and Milton and Dwight
If more you would know of this Jack Ash credo
See the Blue Book, the Black Book, the White
If you do you will find wе're
All
I'm back
I'm back in the saddle again
I'm back
I'm back in the saddle again
Ridin' into town alone by the light of the moon
I'm lookin' for
Guess that makes two, me and you
By the way, my name's Jones
Hey, I know a place, it's not far from here
That's my dented red Chevy out front
You
like the skipper,
But only at night because I'm a day tripper
Twitchin-shakin,
And I kick more bass then John Paul Jones
Visions of red shoot
When you got no more assurance
Than a great big hunk of lead
If you don't respond to romance
Jack, you're dead
When a chick is smilin' at you
Even
Row, Row, Row
Young Johny Jones he had a cute little boat
And all the girlies he would take for a float.
He had girlies on the shore,
Sweet
stunner (Jack Sparrow!)
Watch it girl, 'cause I ain't your "Mr. Nice Guy"
More like the "meet ya, take you home and fuck you twice guy" (yeah yeah)
All
he comes home from the war
We'll take care of him, mother
We'll do everything that you would do, yeah--and more
Rat-tat-tat-tat
We'll give their
like a saint"
Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts
The backstage manager was pacing all around by his chair
"There's something
I never felt more alone
Baby, I am missing you
I want you by my side
And I hope you'll miss me too
Come back and stay
I think about you every day
I
What's up, darlin'?
I been keeping my eye on your movement
I can't see no room for improvement
Why you all over there in your Jack Jones?
You
That is your soul I'm talkin about
Uhhh Jake Jeckel
Jack throw another, Jake catch one more
They'll try and catch all that's in store for you
How
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