Lyrics:
No no no no no no no no
Don't sing this song
No, don't sing this song
No no no no no no no no
Don't sing this song
It belongs to P.F. Sloan
I
I have been seeking P.F. Sloan
But no one knows where he has gone
No one ever heard the song
That good old boy sent winging
Now you might sigh
(Bill Fries, Chip Davis)
Well, I found him on the corner of Seventh and Main
In the Iowa township of Sloan (Township of Sloan...)
He's tired,
Thanks to the rolling, rolling, rolling, thanks to the rolling sea
Thanks to the rolling, rolling, rolling, thanks to the rolling sea
Fish
Thanks to the rolling, rolling, rolling, thanks to the rolling sea
Thanks to the rolling, rolling, rolling, thanks to the rolling sea
Fish
I'm a sailor's girl, the best is yet to come
Rolling in my fuego, I do my own stunts
I see guilty people, angels blowing horns
Some days it's just
(Bill Fries, Chip Davis)
Well, Interstate 80, we was cuttin' the fog
Just me an' old Sloan (Old Sloan's my dog)
We had an eighteen-wheeler with ten
those people's money?
I said art is dead
We're rolling in dough while Carlin rolls in his grave
His grave
His grave
This show has got a budget
Well the big train keeps on rolling
Rolling on down the track
And the way she's moving her body
I don't believe she's ever coming back
Ik zal oe met de piele tegen de boks an sloan
Dat oe de titten oaverend goan stoan
Links van Varsseveld
Rechts van Varsseveld
Doar kump Hanne met de
Wagons loaded full up ain't got time to pull up
On my way to Frisco back to San Fransisco
Rolling on Rolling on to San Fransisco
Rolling
the Square of Sloan
Under the English moon within the Chelsea sky
Will you forever be wandering the wall
Looking for what you see?
Your father's face in
the billboard sloan
Check it now, you get the gold dick award
It's like jail and it's the sixth floor
Test me, floating in the S.E., now let's see
Half of y'all
in one piece of silver
She took it from his lily white hand
Showed no fear she'd seen the thing
In the young men's wing at Sloan Kettering
Look
I been replaced
So I'm tired of the world knowin' your mistakes
And the tears keep rolling down my face
Rolling down my face
Falling down my
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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in one piece of silver
She took it from his lily white hand
Showed no fear she'd seen the thing
In the young men's wing at Sloan Kettering
Look
the shot we heard that took her life
The other couple named Sloan and I ran to the phone
To call the police, but just then
All the power went out
medication
We'll have more on this story as it develops"
"Shady Records recording artist Obie Trice
Has apparently survived a gunshot to the head
In what
a note I wrote I'm leaving
And I won't be coming back
Blue smoke rolling, rolling, rolling
Rolling, rolling down the track
Click-ad-ee, click-ad-ee,
a note I wrote I'm leaving
And I won't be coming back
Blue smoke rolling, rolling, rolling
Rolling, rolling down the track
Click-ad-ee, click-ad-ee,
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