Lyrics:
Leather Britches
Little boy, little boy
Where?d you get your britches
Mama cut the leather out
Daddy made the stitches
Leather britches full
a pack, without love
He comes from nowhere and he turns on his own
Late for the hanging, yes he's headed for the moon
And hang 'em high
Leather cross
Sound is ripping through your ears
The deafening sound of metal nears
Your bodies waiting for his whips
The taste of leather on your lips
don't know
I dug my key into the side
Of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive
Carved my name into his leather seats
I took a Louisville
don't know
I dug my key into the side
Of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive
Carved my name into his leather seats
I took a Louisville
The wheels are yeller the upholsters brown
The dash board's genuine leather
With in-sin glass curtains you can roll right down
In case there's a change in
[includes an excerpt from Hands With A Hammer and part of the leather conversation]
[Berkeley Community Theater
December 5, 1980
Engineer: Tommy Fly
You're my lethal cutie pie
Sweaty Leathers
Sweaty Leathers
Sweaty Leathers
Sweaty Leathers
Tonight
You're the queen of the night
You're the princess
Leather on leather nigga, that's raw
Take that OG Kush, put it in a RAW
Bitch so bad had to hit it raw
Ask me how I'm living man, I'm living raw
The wheels are yeller the upholsters brown
The dash board's genuine leather
With in-sin glass curtains you can roll right down
In case there's a change in
I taste you much better
Off teeth taste
Of white skin on red leather
Check the claws we got
Night time, cavity, come in
Downtown, pony, work
You really like my limousine
You like the way the wheels roll
You like my seven inch leather heels
And goin' to all of the shows
But...
Do you love
Sweet sixteen in leather boots
Body and soul, I go crazy
Baby, baby, I'm a hungry
Sweet sixteen
Funky bar all full of faces
Pretty faces,
Leather doves fly
Over leather rainbows
ccross leather skies
Lit up by leather nights
Spent in leather bars
Where these leather men
Swap their
for ya
I'm tearin' up the night, lipstick and leather tight
Not lookin' for a fight, no
High heels and cherry wine, not wasting any time
We're
complexity
When the leather runs smooth
On the passenger seat?
I would go out tonight
But I haven't got a stitch to wear
This man said, "It's gruesome
at the courthouse
And white lightnin's still the biggest thrill of all
Leather boots are still in style for manly footwear
Beads and Roman sandals won't be seen
and leather tough
with the figure that he's been pushed enough the rebel Johnny Yuma (Johnny Yuma)
Johnny Yuma was the rebel he roamed through the west
and battle scars
Whoa
The legacy
Born from a dream
On leather wings
Rose from the streets
With the hands on destiny
We came from nothing
But
Sweet sixteen in leather boots
Body and soul, I go crazy
Baby, baby, I'm a hungry
Sweet sixteen
Funky bar all full of faces
Pretty faces,
the rebel he
Roamed through the west
Yeah Johnny Yuma the rebel he wandered alone
He searched the land this restless lad he
Was panther quick and leather
at the courthouse,
White lightnin's still the biggest thrill of all.
Leather boots are still in style for manly footwear,
Beads and Roman sandals won't be seen;
the land
This restless lad
He was panther quick
And leather tough
'Cause he figured that
He had been pushed enough.
The rebel, Johnny Yuma.
Johnny Yuma, the rebel
He wandered alone.
He searched the land
This restless lad
He was panther quick
And leather tough
'Cause he figured that
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