Lyrics:
Graham
Cracker
Extravagan
Za
Graham
Graham cracker
Let's go
Graham! Graham! Can yer put the kettle on?
much he cared
He always knew just what he could do
He always knew that his dream would come true
Alexander Graham Bell
Well, he knew darned
finally picked me up and made me who I am
I'm like Billy Graham's bible
And that old guitar Willie plays
The good lord had a plan for them
The moment
someone like me,
Who'll love you endlessly.
(T. GRAHAM BROWN)
Baby, your headed for a brand new heartache,
Don't go out with him.
The fire
and John Wilkes Booth
And Alexander's
King and Graham Bell.
Ramar Krishna, Mama Whistler,
Patrice Lumumba and Russ Colombo,
Karl and Chico Marx,
a fucking blowout to get me to retire
Tell these new artists that kings never die
I know shit has changed in this age, fuck a Twitter page
Did it just say
Everybody talk about it
Burning hell
Ain't no heaven, I know
Ain't no burning hell
Where I die I go
Can't nobody tell
I am going, Deacon
Everybody talk about it
Burning hell
Ain't no heaven, I know
Ain't no burning hell
Where I die I go
Can't nobody tell
I am going, Deacon
on the kitchen door
And all the while Graham slept on,
Dreaming of a world where he could do just what he wanted to
No thugs in our house, are there dear?
on the kitchen door
And all the while Graham slept on,
Dreaming of a world where he could do just what he wanted to
No thugs in our house, are there dear?
cared
He always knew just what he could do
He always knew that his dream would come true
Alexander Graham Bell
Well, he knew darned well
That he could
It was a lovely Sunday mornin'
And everyone was gay.
Everyone but Deacon Jones
Who did not feel that way.
He was loaded down with pills; He was
Two men rode in from the south, a rainy autumn night
The Sky above and the mud below
They walked into the Deacon's bar, they were Mexican by sight
At the bottom of Green Mountain William Deacon stands and stares into the rain
With coal grey eyes yellow teeth and a face that shows the strain
call Alabama the Crimson Tide
Call me Deacon Blues
My back to the wall
A victim of laughing chance
This is for me
The essence of true romance
Old Deacon Splivin, his flock was givin' the way of livin' right, yes
Said he, "No wingin', no ragtime singin', tonight", yes
Up jumped Aunt Hagar
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
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living is a cotton sheet
I be Egyptian wanting key-in suite
She wants some weed
He's got some real good stock, worthwhile
Graham Coxon looks like
Soon the pines will be falling everywhere
Village children fight each other for a share
And the 6:09 goes roaring past the creek
Deacon Lee
You ought to see deacon Jones
When he rattles his bones
Ol' Parson Brown dancin' round like a clown
Ol' Aunt Jemima who is past eighty three
You ought to see deacon Jones
When he rattles his bones
Ol' Parson Brown dancin' round like a clown
Ol' Aunt Jemima who is past eighty three
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