Lyrics:
on the brain
We're drivin' the road like old Tom Joad
Just to bang an out of tune guitar!
Boston, Detroit, Duluth by the Bay
Giggin in the Capitol Dome
Denver,
the words the way you wanted him to do
You changed your name from Brown to Jones and mine from Brown to Blue
I couldn't help my tears from falling
gotta be extra careful
That we don't build our hopes up too high
'Cause she's got her own obligations
And so, and so do I
Me and Mrs., Mrs. Jones
turned to stone by the family
It's now the dead speak to the living
Nothing left here but a raging blaze
I don't mean to wait too long
CHORUS
New York's
is my paw-paw
He gets his orders from my maw-maw
She makes him walk the line
You can find me in my wigwam
I'll be beatin' on my tom-tom
Pull out
Oh by the way, what's your sign?
Can't comprehend the meaning of the metaphysical
I'd rather leave that to your so-called intellectual
But what
How did it happen?
How did it get this far?
How did it ever start?
And do you feel the same?
Mister Jones
He drive on empty, yeah
Mister Jones
so plenty
Yes I had another gal by the name of Sue
Took her home with me but the [?] she wouldn't do
[Verse 4]
Got [?] with me, buy a Gatlin gun
cnd
The Ballad Of Tom Jones
What did I do wrong?
Oh, you nearly drove me cuckoo
I am really all that bad?
You're worse than Hannibal Lecter,
came around
We'd always stop by Willie's house and say
'Do y'all need anything from town?'
He'd say 'No, but why don't cha all stop on your way back
sleep,
He yawned as he turned out the light!
Haaw!
I guess I was too tired to do any reading!
Whether he dreamed what happened,
Or if he really heard
came around
We'd always stop by Willie's house and say
'Do y'all need anything from town?'
He'd say 'No, but why don't cha all stop on your way back
say, "Oh my God
Am I here all alone?"
You know something is happening
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
You pay for your ticket
the girls passed by and he winked his eye;
He said, "I'm July Jones,
I'm the man for you, I'm six foot two,
All muscle, meat and bones."
Chorus:
Great
gotta be extra careful
That we don't build our hopes up too high
'Cause she's got her own obligations
And so, and so do I
Me and Mrs., Mrs. Jones
guns
We all Hillary's literal demon
But who's gonna protect us from the globalists lies
And prove no one at Sandy Hook actually died
Who sells
Spend the summertime naturally high
By chopping wood, the next one or five
Saving our money for the county fair
George Jones' supposed to be there
We got
late, got to be there by nine
Pin stripe suit, clean shirt and tie
Stops off at the corner shop to buy The Times
'Good morning, Smithers-Jones
got to be there by nine.
Pin stripe suit, clean shirt and tie,
Stops off at the corner shop, to buy The Times
'Good Morning Smithers-Jones'
'How's
As I went down for to take a little walk
I came upon that Wild Bill Jones
He was a walking and a talking by my true lover's side
And I bid him
can ya play the fiddle
Yes, by crackies I can play a little
Bring it on down to my house, honey, ain't nobody home but me
Ah, yeah
Bring it on down
can't leave your wife
Tom Tom's alone in a world of his own
When he hears a new voice call
Be my man, I'll do all that I can
Is that what he's been
the soundtrack
All I can do is sigh
All you can do is cry
'Cause wolves and sheep do rest
Not side by side, still, they rest
We're only human
No longer
Do you remember a guy that's been
In such an early song
I've heard a rumor from Ground Control
Oh no, don't say it's true
They got
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