Lyrics:
If you'll gather 'round me, children,
A story I will tell
'Bout Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw,
Oklahoma knew him well.
It was in the town
they take it if they find it
And they will
Everybody
They will
So she give caution to the wind
Danger before her
Saturday night was
Just in sight
pretty girls
Village and city girls by the quayside
Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls
Watching and waiting by the sea
Bless you,
Saturday night
Before you lose that loving feeling
Let's go dancing on the ceiling
Keep on living that teenage dream
Paradise city where the grass is
down by the edge of the track
And like a son of a jackal, I'm a leader of the pack
But every Saturday night
I felt the fever grow
Do you know what
down by the edge of the track
And like a son of a jackal, I'm a leader of the pack
But every Saturday night
I felt the fever grow
Do you know what
Sittin' on a Saturday night
Out By The Bonfire
Lookin' at her pretty blue eyes
Shinin' in the moonlight
Watchin' her dance the night away
Playin'
Well gather round children, a story I will tell
About pretty boy Floyd the outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well
It was in the town of Shawnee
more
So grab your fiddle and your old banjo
Play a country blues so sweet and slow
We'll sing along to the drunkard's doom
And rock all night by
unemployed
While the rich man try to play Pretty Boy Floyd
While the working class just struggles hard
Try to make ends meet against all odds
While
can compare
To the girl sittin' by my side.
A' Saturday night at the movies,
Who cares what picture you see
when you're huggin' with your
Ayo
This song for my baby boy Micah
This just a small piece of the puzzle
Of the things that we been through
Let's get it
Micah I know you miss your
I can do is try for you,” said some old playwright
It happened once on a Revelstoke Saturday night
Caught by the moon in a dancer's embrace
You
one
Pretty boy Floyd, no Mayweather Hanging out the window with the drum, oh yeah
I'm what they want
I'm a sick individual I know you fake and your
and boys...Saturday
Make some noise...Saturday
Girls and boys...Saturday
Pretty soon it'll be Monday morning
In my opinion, there's too many lives being wasted
about trapping with
Them hundred-round drummers, boy?
Counting bread and killing instrumentals
Made by Drumma Boy (Paper Route Empire)
I'm doing too much
It was Saturday night and I'm feelin kinda sporty
Went to a bar and caught me a 40
Got kinda a high and a...kinda drunk
So I kicked the ass
The wind in the night as the train pulls out of sight
Whisper secrets of the Floyd County Times
A bad man aims for trouble a young man lost his life
And I told her I can’t wait till we get our own place,
It’s sad I can’t remember her face.
Cos Annie’s thrown a party on a saturday night,
I’m gonna wake
the hand
You know it's only gonna end one way, her way
And all the boys light up like a left-hand high
Got 'em buying her drinks on a Saturday night
No
sure is makin'
Those blue jeans talk and the boys all fight
The one you want with you on a Saturday night
Bendin' those words like the Mississippi
I hit the trap today, I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah
Treat every night like it's Saturday night, like it's Saturday night, yeah
I sat in
If you'll gather 'round me, children,
A story I will tell
'Bout Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw,
Oklahoma knew him well.
It was in the town
"Live from New York it's Saturday Nite!" (Scratched 4x)
[Uneek]
Ayo kid for years I've been into rap
Writing funky rhymes to get my name
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