Lyrics:
, and be in good cheer.
And when it's all over: pigs gone to clover
Will the last man at the party wish me a happy New Year.
The house is jumping,
the shirt right off my back
You can dream about a honeymoon for two
You can dream but that's about all you can do
'Cause by the time old uncle Sam gets
Next date, can't wait, tearing up the interstate
Every place we played was home
Balls out, no doubt this is what it's all about
Beggin' for a place
enough that you know the rest
[Jewel & Joe Firstman]
If it makes it all right,
I'll spend the night with you dear
Only reappear
Cause everything
shame about Billy Joe, anyhow
Seems like nothin' ever comes to no good up on Choctaw Ridge
And now Billy Joe MacAllister's jumped off the Tallahatchie
right up and cupped his hands across my eyes
I guessed, "Is it Uncle Frank or Cousin Louie?
Is it Bob or Joe or Walter?
Could it be Bill or Jim
screwed over in Vietnam"
He'd drag out that old uniform and say, "They used to call me slim"
He never could get it buttoned up but the pride looked good
What's happenin' all over?
I'll tell ya what's happenin' all over.
Guy sittin' home by a television set
Who once used to be something of a rover.
We came here across the great divide
Into the city, slander all eyes
We found a great love as we fell inside
They could not touch us as we'd go by
To me this is more than head
It's more than a crush
It's all about us
It's love and trust
Took the time out to make things right
It may seem nice
Surrender, surrender
Sadie said she couldn't work out
What it was all about
And so she let go
Now Sadie's on the street
And the people she meets you
Town, the end is near
The Seven Wonders of the World are here
The evil and the good, livin' side by side
All human forms seem glorified
Put your heart
Never jump up in-a mi face 'cause I gun
Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong
Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton
Hey, what about Pun?
Rudeboy,
I've been lately thinking
About my life's time
All the things I've done
And how it's been
And I can't help believing
In my own mind
I know I'm
Got a brother named Frankie, Frankie ain't no good
Well, ever since we were young kids it's been the same come down
I'd get a call on a short way
Surrender, surrender
Sadie said she couldn't work out
What it was all about
And so she let go
Now Sadie's on the street
And the people she meets you
can kick it this way, I can kick it thattaway
I kick a funky style, from New York to Piscataway
Suckers best scram
Now in ninety-three it's all about
told my stories and Joe told his and
I smoked up all his Viceroys as we rolled along
He pushed her ahead with 10 forward gears
Man that dashboard was
a bottle of rose so let's try it
We'll pick up Hazy Davy and Killer Joe
And I'll take you all out to where the gypsy angels go
They're built like light
a good good
Good good time tonight
Try forget it all
'Cause it will still be there tomorrow,
You can be sure, it will still be there for us all
"
We're gonna boogie till the cows come home
It's an old southwest tradition
And a guaranteed good time
There's people of all ages here
From one
a bottle of rose so let's try it
We'll pick up Hazy Davy and Killer Joe
And I'll take you all out to where the gypsy angels go
They're built like light
and all
Those synthesizerslook at
All the plastic they got in
'emand the guitar picksyou name it
JOE'S GARAGE is a stupid story about
How the government is
"
And they dance all night on a hard wood floor to the redneck fiddlin' man
CHORUS:
Good times go by easy
Good times fly away
One night some boys from
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