Lyrics:
pickle inside (inside)
Where's that horse? I've farted
Roger heard it
Where'd I put that mat
By the rocket dude, open your eyes
William (William
on Williams Avenue
I'm a stranger
I know it's true
But I was hoping
That you just might change the rules
I said it feels I'm in the Portland Zoo
High
And I ain't gonna call Hank Williams...
[ guitar ]
Hank sang it all right from the heart took the whole world by surprise
Stood right next to Elvis in
and take me home
For I am surely a-dyin'
Oh father my father go dig my grave
Go dig it long and narrow
Sweet William died for me today
So I'll die for him
(willi williams)
Stay around don't play around
This old town and all
Seems like i got to travel on
A lot of people won't get no supper tonight
can lock you away
You can walk or you can choose to remain
Everyday can pass you by
While you were holding the key
This is how it turns
This is
from it all
And I got to take a break for a while
Where there ain't another human for a hundred miles
I hate bein' enclosed by the walls
I got
(Codeine)
Hype Williams, Little X
If you don't say it direct
Could give a fuck, ayy, yeah, yeah
I put some ice on her hand
I let her take an advance
can lock you away
You can walk or you can choose to remain
Everyday can pass you by
While you were holding the key
This is how it turns
This is
It's Q-Tip, the ass-jack
Will.i.am and Sergio
Q-tip steady rockin' on yo' radio
It's the eh, it's the ethnic
It's the hip hop dance, let's sing
the soft southern winds in the live oak trees
And those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me
Hank and Tennessee
I guess we're all gonna be what we're
HEART TO HEART TALK
WITH LEONA WILLIAMS
WRITER LEE ROSS
How foolish can you be to be ruled by jealousy
Could you throw away what was planned
Why
memories way back
Take me way back, Hyndford Street and Hank Williams
Louis Armstrong, Sidney Bechet on Sunday afternoons in winter
Sidney Bechet, Sunday
and then voice
Music and writing, words
I'll be satisfied as long
Memories, memories way back
Take me way back
Hyndford Street and Hank Williams
As I walk,
Some days I drink my coffee by the grave of William Blake
Some days, when the hour's past too late
Lost in my thoughts, where do I belong?
recorded in
1956 by Andre Williams
The name of this song is "Bacon Fat"
(In fact, Roy, Roy? Roy
D'ya wanna take this microphone an'
I'll jump over to) roy:
and a Saturday's
Run by different people, and they're just the same
Sign up very early, get up and give them a show
Now it's time to rock and roll at King William's
Lovers, kids an' fools
might as well be brothers
pick up dreams that others
walk right by!
Lovers, kids an' fools
take each day an' taste it
direction and William's sound is
A complete departure after making so
Many records it's what I need
To get my blood boiling
I hope you will not be insulted
dressed in grey
Got no privacy, got no liberty
'Cause the twentieth century people
Took it all away from me
Don't want to get myself shot down
By
will.i.am straight outta Cali, Cali
I am bringin' it to you right up yo' alley, alley
I am comin' with original diddley-dailies
I am holdin' it down
Recorded by hank williams, sr.
Words and music by jenkins
[g] a prodigal son once [c] strayed from his [g] father
To travel a land of [a] hunger
on those virgin days
Laughing about how the two of us sound
Like a Tennessee Williams play
Honest, it's amazing
That we can get together at all
For in
dressed in grey
Got no privacy, got no liberty
'Cause the twentieth century people
Took it all away from me
Don't want to get myself shot down
By
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