I get up in the morning with a cock-a-doodle-do. I get myself together if and when I chose. . I'm just buckin' time without a reason or rhyme. Oh, what a wonderful way.
[intro: buddha monk, (shorty shit stain)]. Yea, aight, yo. We just gon' shut all these mothafuckas up. (for all y'all gangsta mothafuckas). Yea, that shit.
[intro: buddha monk]. I figure I give you niggaz this one,. Drunk off the liquor. This is for all you crazy cats. This is how it's goin down. I'm seein my shit *echo*.
Oh, it's cryin' time again, your gonna leave me,. I can see that far away look in your eyes,. I can tell by the way you hold me, darling,. That it won't be long before it's cryin' time,.
When I was a little bitty baby. My mama would rock me in my cradle. In those old cotton fields back home. When I was a little bitty baby. My mama would rock me in my cradle.
[ Don Rich ]. Well I just bought my ticket from a ticket man and I'm gonna take the midnight train. I'm a gonna get in at a half past ten and I'm never gonna leave again.
She's in some honky tonk, tonight I know. She's dancing where the music's loud and lights are low. In a crowed bar she likes to hang around. And as long as there's a honky tonk,.
So you've found your prince. Charming was just a dream. There wasn't any palace. And you weren't a queen. . In your faded cotton dresses. Anyone could see.
by Buck Owens and Don Rich. . Snow flakes falling on the ground. Mistletoe hangs all around. Last minute shoppers everywhere. Christmas spirit fills the air.
by Buck Owens and Charles H. Anderson. . I got ten toy soldiers for Billy Joe. I got coloring book for Sue. I got a little toy train for Danny boy. And a cowboy suit for Lou.
by Buck Owens and Red Simpson. . I heard no Christmas carols. As I walked down the street. I heard no Merry Christmas. From people I'd meet. It seemed you've made.
it changes when the charmers really. want you. they fall in line, barely standing.. and i wanna want 'em like i wanted you.. they don't collide: call it a landing. as.
Melloni-Pizzoli-Zandon-Lovecchio-Maggio. Sei perfetta come sei. fossi un uomo mi innamorerei. con capisco come fai. neanche il cuore ti si strucca mai.
Buccigrossi-Paoluzzi-Lovecchio. Macchina che arranca. su rotoli d'asfalto. di un pomeriggio metropolitano. sotto le finestre di uffici spalla a spalla.
Berlincioni-Fasano-Ianne. Comunque sia. ognuno vive a modo suo. e si va via. dietro qualunque verit. ed anch'io io mi ostino a dare un senso. quasi a tutto quanto quello che si fa.
Berlincioni-Fasano-Ianne. Comunque sia. ognuno vive a modo suo. e si va via. dietro qualunque verit. ed anch'io io mi ostino a dare un senso. quasi a tutto quanto quello che si fa.
Melloni-Pizzoli-Zandon-Cogliati-Lovecchio-Maggio. Sto pensando anche a te. che ti spieghi lasciando. un messaggio sui muri. anche a te che non dormi. e ti stai preoccupando.
Melloni-Pizzoli-Zandon-Cogliati-Lovecchio-Maggio. Sto pensando anche a te. che ti spieghi lasciando. un messaggio sui muri. anche a te che non dormi. e ti stai preoccupando.