Lyrics:
[Original Artist: David Bowie]
You got your Tony Lamas on your jeans pressed tight
Take a few tokes make you feel alright
Rocking and a rolling on a Livingston Saturday night
Ralph Freed, Jerry Livingston
Nothing here is different
Nothing's changed at all
And Livingston's gone to Texas
They say he had a ball
They say he learned to be cowboy
They
Nothing here is different
Nothing's changed at all
And Livingston's gone to Texas
They say he had a ball
They say he learned to be cowboy
They
Nothing here is different
Nothing's changed at all
And Livingston's gone to Texas
They say he had a ball
They say he learned to be cowboy
They
I could, maybe I could, maybe I
Could meet the artists, and get to know them personally
If I were David Byrne
I'd go to galleries and not be too
over Wyoming
It took two long days and four full tanks of gas
To get to Livingston
In between the silences and the feeling grateful
I had so
(David Crosby)
Do, do, do ...
Hockney
Ernst Johns Constable
David Bosch Bruegel
March Braque Whistler
We are the artists
We are the artists
Church De La Tour Millet
Modigliani Magritte
Dr. David telephone please
Dr. David telephone
Dr. David here to dispatch.
Dispatch. Go ahead.
We have a 17 year old male.
Unconcious.
David, son of Jesse
Shepherd to his fathers sheep
Played the harp when Saul got weary
Rocked the giant till he was fast asleep
People prayed
comes upon my heart
I will dance like David danced
When the Spirit of the Lord comes upon my heart
I will dance like David danced
I will dance, I will
Harley David son of a bitch
Eh dis donc David fils de pute
Harley David son of a bitch
Qu'est c'que tu fais sur ma Harley?
Harley David son
Harley David son of a bitch
Eh dis donc David fils de pute
Harley David son of a bitch
Qu'est c'que tu fais sur ma Harley?
Harley David son
Play Little David
Play Little David, play
David he would sit in some dark corner
Seemed to melt the shadows with his eyes
And the song that he
Hey this is David
I've got a hat the size of Oklahoma
Put on my boots and going down to Walter's
Get me some barbecue
Bring some home
Little David, play on your harp, hallelu, hallelujah, little David,
Play on your harp, hallelujah.
Little David, play on your harp, hallelu,
To you in David's town this day
Is born of David's line
The Savior who is Christ the Lord
And this shall be the sign
And this shall be the sign
All glory
Little David play on your harp
Hallelu, hallelu
Little David play on your harp, hallelu
Little David play on your harp
Hallelu, hallelu
Little
Little David play on your harp
Hallelu, hallelu
Little David play on your harp, hallelu
Little David play on your harp
Hallelu, hallelu
Little
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