Lyrics:
Stewball was a good horse, he wore his head high
And the mane on his fore top was fine as silk thread
I rode him in England, I rode him in Spain
Stewball was a good horse, he wore his head high
And the mane on his fore top was fine as silk thread
I rode him in England, I rode him in Spain
lying there
And all around her feet flowers bloomed
But they were made of silk and sequins two by two
Some are silk and some are leather
They're the faces of a stranger
But we'd love to try them on
Well, we all fall in love
But we disregard
make it worse by covering it up with some Right Guard
Before you even put on your silk shirt and fat gold rope
Just take your big ass to the bathroom
make it worse by covering it up with some Right Guard
Before you even put on your silk shirt and fat gold rope
Just take your big ass to the bathroom
would marry thee.
Oh, what is whiter than the milk?
What is softer than the silk?
Oh, snow is whiter than the silk;
Down is softer than the silk.
And what
lying there
And all around her feet flowers bloomed
But they were made of silk and sequins two by two
And silken bow strings two of three''
``If you have suits of the gay green silk
And silken bow strings two of three''
``Then by my body'' cries Robin Hood
Wishes and hopes are the tiny silk ropes to which we attach our dreams.
Tie up a few and I'm certain that you will begin to achieve your schemes.
and things and buttons and bows
Don't bury me in this prairie
Take me where the cement grows
Let's move down to some big town
Where they love a gal by
How'd'ya like a mansion in Manhattan
And a cosy cottage by the sea?
How'd'ya like to dress in silk and satin?
Baby, have a little dream on me
How'd
the raw silk sheen
That reflects the tints of autumn from the hills.
So punch my name.
And in case you wonder -
I'll be yours - yours, dot com.
igniting my fuse
He was blinded by the blackness of my long silk stockings
He was rocking with an optical illusion
And this ain't how I thought it'd be,
[Chorus]
Whoa mule, whoa mule, we're dirty but were dreaming
Whoa mule, whoa mule, we'll both get there someday
All you ramblers, you silk
I'm looking out the window
I'm waitin' at the door
To see if you'll be coming by
The way you did before
The way you did before
You told me you were
lying there
And all around her feet flowers bloomed
But they were made of silk and sequins two by two
Some are silk and some are leather
They're the faces of a stranger
But we'd love to try them on
Well, we all fall in love
But we disregard
watered silk
You're my rich watered silk
Rich watered silk
Rich watered silk
Rich watered silk
Rich watered silk
Time passes us all by
But with you time
Well when you're sitting there in your silk upholstered chair
Talkin' to some rich folk that you know
Well I hope you won't see me in my ragged
shines in the cold November air
You hear the tolling bell and touch the silk in your lapel
And as the teardrops rise to meet the comfort of the band
You
she's going
She is the queen of make believe, Evangeline
She went out dancin' on a Saturday night
Silk stockings and high heels
Blue liner
in Charlotte and bypassed Rock Hill
And we never was a minute late
We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown
Rollin' out of Georgia state
We
charlotte and bypassed rock hill,
And we never was a minute late.
We was ninety miles out of atlanta by sundown,
Rollin' 'cross the georgia state.
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