Lyrics:
Weary blues from waitin'
Lord, I've been waitin' too long
These blues have got me cryin'
Oh, sweet ma-a-ma, please come home.
The snow falls
Weary blues from waitin'
Lord, I've been waitin' too long
These blues have got me cryin'
Oh, sweet ma-a-ma, please come home.
The snow falls
scars
Oh, Lord have a little bit of pity
On my poor old heart.
I oughta know by now
After all this debt
And heartache lessons
I could go without
diamond rings,
She pulls my man around by her apron strings.
And if it wasn't for powder and her store-bought hair,
Oh, that man of mine wouldn't go
Got those sit-down, can't cry
Oh Lord, gonna die blues
Now I had a woman
Lord, she lived down by the mine
She ain't never seen the sun
Oh Lord, never
those sit-down, can't cry
Oh Lord, gonna die blues
Now, I had a woman
Lord, she lived down by the mine
She ain't never seen the sun
Oh Lord, never
diamond rings,
She pulls my man around by her apron strings.
And if it wasn't for powder and her store-bought hair,
Oh, that man of mine wouldn't go
Shackled by a heavy burden
Need the Lord of gift and shame
Then the hand of Jesus touched me
And now I am no longer the same
For He touched me,
today
Am I dreamin’? I can hear her screamin’
"Hiya, Mr. Jackson"
Everything’s O K A L A M A Z O O
Oh, what a gal, a real pipperoo
I’ll make my bid for
have gone by
My, my, how she grew
I liked her looks
When I carried her books in Kalamazoo
(Zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo)
I'm gonna send a wire
Hoppin'
been in a prison
For something that I've never done
It's been one hill after another
And I've climbed them all one by one
Oh but this time Lord you
have gone by
My, my, how she grew
I liked her looks
When I carried her books in Kalamazoo
(Zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo)
I'm gonna send a wire
Hoppin'
Girls, goin' swimming,
Girl, in bikinis,
A walkin' and wigglin' by, yay, yay, yay
Girls, on the beaches,
Girls, oh, what a peaches,
So pretty,
diamond rings,
She pulls my man around by her apron strings.
And if it wasn't for powder and her store-bought hair,
Oh, that man of mine wouldn't go
a man down there, might be your man I don't know
Lord you got me trapped a woman, up on the second floor
If I get by this time I won't be trapped no
been in a prison
For something that I've never done
It's been one hill after another
And I've climbed them all one by one
Oh but this time Lord you
I say goodbye to all my sorrows
And by tomorrow I'll be on my way
I guess the lord must be in New York City
I'm so tired of getting nowhere
Parody of Jackson by Johnny Cash (G. Rogers/E. Weeler), Bexhill Music Corp. (ASCAP)/Quarter Music Inc. (ASCAP)
New lyrics by Cledus T. judd and Chris
I say goodbye to all my sorrows
And by tomorrow I'll be on my way
I guess the lord must be in New York City
I'm so tired of getting nowhere
on the ball
Ooo, Lord by your by you're really on the ball
Well you know I start runnin'
Every time you call
Oh, Lord , babe
Rock, everybody rock, rock, rock
have gone by, my my how she grew
I liked her looks when I carried her books in Kalamazoo
(Zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo)
I'm gonna send a wire, hoppin'
life
Oh lord I need to find
Someone who can heal my mind
Come on, come on, come on
Get through it
Come on, come on, come on
Love's the greatest
Ebony and ivory live together in perfect harmony
Side by side on my piano keyboard, oh Lord, why don't we?
We all know that people are the same
I know You can deliver me, oh Lord
I'm calling You Jesus, stand by, stand by
When I'm sick, Father, stand by
When they doctor walk away from my
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