Lyrics:
on the bayou
[Chorus: x2]
Jambalaya craw fish pie fillet gumbo
Cause tonight I'm gonna see my cher-mio
Pick guitar fill fruit jar and be gay-o
Son
in your craw? -
A praying church wants you to know
- Know what? -
Your kingdom's gonna fall
-There's gonna be
trouble here tonight -
CHORUS(1):
It stuck in his craw that they
Made him retire at the age of 65
Jerry was a race car driver
22 years old
Had one too many cold beers one night
It stuck in his craw that they
Made him retire at the age of 65
Jerry was a race car driver
22 years old
Had too many cold beers one night
I come from where the river is wide
And the craw fish hide
I said well come on baby
Come on baby
Come on baby
Honey I don't know what you
I'm back
Back on the corner
Something's sticking in my craw
How come everything I do
Is up against the law?
You can't arrest a man, can you
Infant turtles racing to the sea seagulls screeching crying hungr'ly
Twisting kicking jerking in their craws oh wonder why God made these kind
What you're leaving in
Clean craw far
I could even more
(I'm feeling)
I should have to seesaw
(kill)
I offer a 3 4
(I crawl across
It stuck in his craw that they
Made him retire at the age of 65
Jerry was a race car driver
22 years old
Had one too many cold beers one night
have big fun on the bayou
Jambalaya a craw fish pie fillet gumbo cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio
Pick guitar fill fruit jar and be gay-o
misery
And craw toward
where we want to be
Can\'t we try Can\'t we try
Come on, sleep one night
peacefully
When all you all
it all play easily
That\'s not
the sun
Eyes as black as blood
Bone crack in the craw
He'd say
He'd say
Always a 'Never mind'
Always a 'Never mind'
Truth be:
The Beggar that
old captain's were.
And you can have your milquetoast ladies,
I'm made of old salt brine,
And the gal you saw had starch in her craw,
Not a lace
craw fish an' barbecue
Head south, horn of plenty
For the few an' the many
All the south is missin', man, is you, yeah
All the south is missin',
Ow dem tie-up
Ow dem tite-up
O mi awt
Ow it cut-up
Ow it craw-up
Ow it scar-up
( it is a aad awt fi mawstah yu noe
Dis smilin an skinin yu teet
the birthright on a summer's day
Craw out of your hole tied to the post
What have you got to lose?
Out of control, you at the polls
Make no bone, circle
through the park,
Amid the myriad mangles of the coming dark
Of the shadow of a loon, the howl from a bloody craw,
Those strange interruptions don't
Struggling hard to find the words
When words tends to stick right in my craw
[Chorus]
I'm talking about seizing the moments
When the moment has gone
Erupture rising in my craw
The sound is too loud to ignore
You went and threw it all away
More trouble coming every day
It's nature versus nurture
themselves, without the moments of doubt
Moments of bells all ringin', singin', low self-esteem
Jean walk a hundred feet tall, walk mean
Talk obscene, craw
shrimp, five fif and sauces
Craw fish, sausage, even austrage
Why test one from tha crack monters?
Crunshes of the world of lobstas
My nina ross does
want to put a stop to my plot
They locked my bitch up
And even tried to lock in my pops
It's Hard Labor, my moms, you craw me thinkin' to major
Accompanied by bloodshed
Neath the Reaper's sallow craw
In league with fallen angels
Came a wolf unto my door
A portrait of perfection
Potent
another phone
New number, you can't call this one
Everybody would have the knowledge if we all listened
Tryna walk but they ain't craw with me
I can't
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