Pinebluff, Arkansas 2:48 Trk 10. Bukka White (Booker T. Washington White). Bukka White - vocal & guitar, unk 2nd guitar.. Recorded: Sept 2, 1937 Chicago, Illinois.
Judge give me life this mornin'. Down on Parchman farm. Judge give me life this mornin'. Down on Parchman farm. I wouldn't hate it so bad. But I left my wife in mourn.
I know youre wondering. I know its hard. I know its hard enough when you know whats coming up. I know Im frightened. I want to run. Ive held back my heart so long it has got to restart.
I'm on a sinking ship surrounded by piranha. I can sink or swim but either way I'm a goner. Piranhas in the ocean and the sky and in my bed. Piranhas keep on biting till they get inside my head.
Phil Ek here, with a preview of the next Built To Spill record. . Kick you in the head and then I'll. Kick you in the head now. Kick you in the head and then I'll.
I'd hand it to time if I knew. Where the time had gone. The connoisseurs were wrong. So was everyone else. . I know what they're saying. 'Cause that's all they talk about.
Pat, we need your brains back. Pat, we need your fire and your imagination. Pat, we know you fucked up. But we don't care you fucked up, everybody's fucked up.
I know you. feel the things you see you know they're true. what are you gonna do. why can't you. have a guise of jesus point of view. what are you gonna do.
Like the ghost of someone dear. She comes to haunt me in my sleep. Still I'm able to sincerely. Get her heart away from his. . Pretty girl, why?. Pretty girl, why not love me?.
Well I heard this story once before. And I know what the tears are for. That's a line that I just can't buy. You came for me so don't try. . And I see another man in your eyes.
Well, all I want is a party doll. To come along with me when I'm feelin' wild. To be everlovin' and true and fair. To run her fingers through my hair.
Just south of town 'bout a half mile down past Cemetary Ridge. Out behind the levy where the moss grows heavy there's a one lane wooden bridge. That leads to a backwoods beer joint bar they call the Loaded Dice.
Peg o' my heart, I love you. We'll never part for I love you. Dear little girl, sweet little girl. Sweeter than the Rose of Erin. It's the shamrock we'll be sharing.
[ Don Rich ]. Well the pitty pitty patter of a little bitty feet's. Gonna pitty pitty patter through our house. A gonna be a comin' in June gonna stop our honeymoon.
Come with me and you'll be. In a world of pure imagination. Take a look and you'll see. Into your imagination. . If you want to view paradise. Simply look around and view it.