Lyrics:
moments
That we may never get again
And Sonny, I still think of the ocean
And Sonny, I still feel the breeze
And Sonny I still notice my heart that's
Hallelujah baby hallelujah
Now step right up and don't be shy
You can tell by my face i'm a nice guy
How much does this cost, this stuff
Well lady what's in
He sat down on the bank and wrote this four line refrain
And I recall that song by John Dillon James
Well, I got my ticket for the ride in the sky
got the somali, rolls on my mind
[Geechie Suede]
In france I dance by the moon
Sailin' from cancun, steamin' vega's lace
Limpin' with some
I'm the son of Sam
Said the man with beads
Out to kill commands the father
Blood is what he needs
Down by the rivers of wine
My heart hurts sonny
the desert stars
With a dream in my eye and a prayer in my heart
I should've been a cowboy
I should've learned to rope and ride
Wearin' my six-shooter,
the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome
High voltage, keep my seat in winsbro cultured
Kill enemies by mailin them the poison glue postage
I never knew that a day
Like today lay before us.
I've got the sun in my heart
And my heart's in the sun.
Skies are as bright
As your
Gotta find me an angel
To fly away with me
Gotta find me an angel
Who set me free
My heart is without a home
I don't want to be alone
Gotta
heard, SHMIGO!
Shmigo!
Free my nigga Bobby man
Free my nigga Rowdy man
Huh, Shmigo Gang
Dabbing in Maison Margiela
Get popped like a kettle, hit you in
on sonny' said a voice at my side
'I think you've taken one of my books'
Passers by gave me dirty looks
'Not me mister' I bravely lied
We stopped by
skin
It tastes like wine
In the evening time
Down by the crossroads
Down by the crossroads
My pagan heart
My pagan soul
Down, down, down, by
in hand
You took my money, an you know you
Started to raisin' sand
You start to hittin' in bootleggers
Drivin' 'em ev'ry whiskey hide she knows it
afternoon
In the golden afternoon, in the golden afternoon
In the golden afternoon when we sat and listened to Sonny Boy blow
In the golden afternoon
The old Nashville cowboy was burdened with time
He was bent by his years and the fight with the wine
With a head full of music and an old nursery
So round, so firm, so fully packed, that's my gal
So complete, front to back, that's my pal
Toasted by the sun and I'm a son of a gun
She don't
store
Me and my partner Sonny built her straight out of scratch
And he rides with me from town to town
We only run for the money got no strings
of heaven
Or maybe just a late night in Vegas
It's true, that's what we do when were going down swingin'
Then coming up singing the blues
Wearing out my
You played Robin Hood an' rescued me
Ali Baba an' the Forty Thieves
Ain't got nothin' on you
You came on like Jesse James
You stole my heart like
records, come to see my show
That's why James Brown love you so
You come to see my show
That's a debt that I'll always owe
Come to see my show, see you
I stand all alone
Will the shadow hide the color of my heart?
Blue for the tears, black for the night's
Fears the stars in the sky
Don't mean
like a deuce, another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
She got down but she never got tight
But she'll make it alright
Some brimstone
my neck, little red corvette
We got some merchandise to heist
Up in canada we move
[Sonny Cheeba]
Right, right, right
Chorus:
Callin' up
to use me
Pretty little black-eyed Suzie
Playing hooky with my heart all the time
Living with her funky family
In a derelict old alley
Down by the river
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