All the labor landed in the sod Where the digger cried it's my calling, sir And it is no mistake that I put you in the ground so well And if they pay
All the way to Jericho in a rusted automobile if you could only find out anyway you oughta feel all the way to Jericho in a rusted auto lookin at the
The cold tonight seems more anxious to talk Than he has seemed in nights before Skinless face and yellow heart, he Hesitates and I wait All my stories
Living down here they throw me down and count me I'm making this up, it keeps my feathers clean And the black boys they kick my ass and tell me That
A little song A little dance A little seltzer down yer pants Lump o gold the size of yer head A little bramble in yer bed Happy day in a boat Trade
Dooley was a good ol' man he lived below the mill Dooley had two daughters and a forty-gallon still. One gal watched the boiler the other watched the
I know m'heart is heavy I know m'thoughts is blue I know the light will be shining all night Bells will be ringing dark and true M' bells will be
Black wall weeping When I go to see the king Put my dyin' diamond on And the song in the honeybread With my dyin' diamond by and by...
[G] Workin' inside all [Am] day Make no money, go out and [G] play Get drunk and pick a [Am] fight Sin works best in the [G] night Chorus: Everybody
Our little friend He didn¹t want to wear His white buckled shoes Nor was barefoot His speed He didnt like grocery store feet He was a fussy little
Words by Frederico Garcia Lorca On the darkened stage Parralla maintains A conversation with death And the people are Inhaling her sobs And in the green
It's a clear night How are you tonight Its a bone white Smile of a night There are chimes That chill my bones I know you don't know Which way
With so much drama in the L.B.C. It's kinda hard bein' Snoop D-O-double-G But I, somehow, some way Keep comin' up with funky ass shit like every single
Whippoorwill won't ya listen To my roaming story We started out frying Up a morning glory I tell you 'bout the things ya like t¹know I found & how
Bottle night 3 am Drying out in the den Good fellowship, we gonna get it together We gonna build and bitch Oh fella's I want you t' know I feel alright
Our candles are in danger from the way we carry them So keep yer matches handy and wait to see if when The ghosts of hallelujah trickle through the walls
Old man Bear dropped a matchbook Standard procedure couldn't walk Ate a marzipan lemon drop Invalidate the short stop To left field out of the park Always
Yer gonna have t'sit there and drink yer cup of muddy water Yer gonna have t'let the blood dry on yer hands Ask yer mama t'knit you a blanket from esau
