Lyrics:
at the foot of old Chestnut Street
So I can hear old number nine
As she goes roaring by
Freight train, freight train goin' so fast
Freight train, freight train
Down at the foot of old Chestnut Street
So I can hear old number nine
As she goes roaring by
Freight train, freight train goin' so fast
Freight
on Jambalaya
Now before I could walk I had a guitar in my hand
By the time I could talk I had my own band
Went on the road when I was eight years old
When
win
Then we turn back to our green beer and to MacNamara's Band
It's true friends with false perceptions that have cursed poor Ireland
True friends
with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Don't act like you my friend when I'm rollin' through my ends,
all too exquis
That french champagne
So good for the brain
That band, it's the end!
Kindly don't fall down, my friend.
Have you heard? professor
me with her ever-smile.
And with a howl across the sand
I go escorted by a band of gentlemen in leather bound
NO-ONE (but someone to be found).
conceptualize human beings
My auntie is a man now
I think I'm old enough to understand now
Drinking Paul Masson with her hat turned backwards
Motorola
new
I did this all for you (for you)
What more I gotta prove?
The games you've put me through
That's old news
Say less, rain check, we friends, I
words and music written by, LaVonna Marie Young
when I was 5 years old I ask Him to come into my heart
my eyes were closed but I could see I asked
on Jambalaya.
Well before I could walk I had a guitar in my hand,
By the time I could talk I had my own band.
I went on the road when I was eight years old,
When
We're doing a sequel,
We're back by popular demand.
Come on everybody, strike up the band!
We're doing a sequel,
That's what we do in
The bartender's working on a late night shift
Cheap bums and blondes and barmaids on a midnight drift.
And the dance band's playing the same old
this rock'n'roll band"
I saw the light and left as fast as I could
I knew deep down it was gonna do me good
So I threw my Fender in an old friend's
Break my connections when I shake me loose
Give my old equipment to the band
Let my friend the devil pay the rest of my dues
Take me home
thing I can't take.
She should be home by now but she ain't.
I should've gone by now but I cain't.
One of my friends has taken her in and given her
with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Don't act like you my friend when I'm rollin' through my ends,
daughter, I be worried 'bout Kim
But Saint is baby Ye, I ain't worried 'bout him
I had my life threatened by best friends who had selfish intents
What I'm
Pull up to the scene in that new big body (Body)
Bad lil' baby and she riding right beside me (Beside me)
All these bands (Bands), busting out my
a garage band
In high school with the
Intentions of just making music for
The love of it we
Met Taylor and our friend Jason
Clark at our school and
Found out
would you tell the guys in the band
Play a song for me and my friend?
Hey, the gray speckled bird and
A wild Irish flute day drinkin' again
Day drinkin'
a beat with my feet by just hitting a loop
Bringing the lyrics to prove that I can fit in these shoes
I give you the truth through the vocal booth
Stars
Wham Bam Sam
Drumming king from New Orleans"
That's right, and I've been summoned here
By the owner now you tell him old Wham Bam
Sam has come to his
a pity there's nobody here to witness the end
Save for my dear old friend and confidante, Mademoiselle Kitty
What's that man movin' to and fro?
That
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