Lyrics:
things as they ain't
As the relatives gathered to see what's the matter
The doctor came to see was I done
But the doctor said give him jug band music,
to see things as they ain't.
As the relatives gathered to see what's the matter
The doctor came to see was I fine.
But the doctor said give him jug band
to see things as they ain't.
As the relatives gathered to see what's the matter
The doctor came to see was I fine.
But the doctor said give him jug band
things as they ain't
As the relatives gathered to see what's the matter
The doctor came to see was I done
But the doctor said give him jug band music,
It
Yuma
Cloris Mozan
Big Shirtless Ron
Worvelin' Hurley
Gaffey May
Hip Didler
Rudy
The Ya-hoo Recovering Alcoholic Jug Band
And tonight in her
a strum,
Everywhere a strum strum
Old Mac Donald had a band e i e i o
And in this band he had a jug e i e i o
With a pbb pbb here and a pbb pbb there
Blow on a Jug
Everybody come on - blow on a jug
Be like me and blow on a jug
I want you to blow on a jug
Everybody begin - blow on a jug
LAWYERS WATER JUG
Lawyers water jug
Lawyers water jug
Lawyers water jug
Liars water jug
All the files are on chip
All the files are in the skip
All
All alone, or in two's
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands
All alone, or in two's
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands
jug cak cak jug jug cak cak
cross that line
I can shoot tequila till all I feel-a
Is one big happy buzz
But if you see me starting on the Jim or the Jack
rock Tru's
Same ass nigga got cash
Same ass nigga got bands
Same ass nigga hit jugs
Same ass nigga hit licks
Same ass nigga ride 'Vettes
Same ass nigga
on then gave mama a hug
Now when these niggas re-up, they re-up with us
Jug, you're just another damn jug
Bitch don't even know it, she done met the damn
Here comes the jug band
Here comes the jug band
Here comes the jug band
Here comes the jug band, yeah
Down yonder in Dixie, folks are waiting
watching the people walk.
As I listen their conversations glisten as they start to talk.
Then I hear everything.
Little white jug, me and Kilburn
There's peanut dust and corn husk drifting through the air tonight
The marching band's warming up under the football lights
There's tractor
handsome (Wow)
The profit from the jug like a ransom
And he act up get hit up with the handgun
I never leave the house without my handgun (I never)
things as they ain't
As the relatives gathered to see what's the matter
The doctor came to see was I fine
But the doctor said give him jug band music
He sits on the corner of a busy street
People passing by stop for a treat
Of good time music with a jug band beat
Straight out of Dixieland
He sings
a hillbilly boy
Hillbilly boy
Fire up that fiddle, play that Soldier's Joy
Fox On The Run, show 'em how it's done
Pass that jug of wine and let it shine,
Francis McPeake/Ewan MacColl
As I was sitting with a jug and spoon, one Sunday morning in the month of June.
A birdie sang in an ivy bunch
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