Jump Jim Crow, jump Jim Crow. How do you do, you walk so slow. Like a little red rooster with one trick leg. Looks like you the one laying the egg. I don't know when but it'll be real soon.
I've got ripped up jeans and rawhide boots. Stiletto heels and a thousand moods. Led home in my pickup. For somebody's stretch limo. . In the southern sun I've been known to faint.
John Henry was a little bitty boy sittin' on his mommy's knee. When he picked up a hammer and a little piece of steel. This hammer'd be a death of me Lord Lord this hammer'd be a death of me.
I see you every day but you don't see me. No, you hardly even look my way. No, your eyes are only for her. And her eyes are often gazing another's way.
Eight Monday mornin? and I ?m in my bed as leep. Well now, no be ll ring-a-linging tellin? me i t?s time. to hit the st reet. Oh, no, don?t you kn ock on my door, ?cause I ain?t.
(Chorus). I'm just an ole' jukebox junkie. Spendin' my time, spendin' my money. Feedin' this habit with hardcore country. I'm just an ole' jukebox junkie.
Well Johnny come in last night, man he was an awful sight. The Bartender said, "Hey Johnny, there'll be no band tonight". "The piano-man's drunk, he been down in the dumps.
Show me a woman or a man who's got a plan. And I will show you God is laughin' out His window. . You must admit, you can't predict the way the pieces fit.
You dont have to go now, honey. Call em, tell em you wont be in today. Baby there aint nothin at the office. So important it cant wait. . Im thankful for the weekend.
Joy to the world, the Lord has come. Let earth receive her King. Let every heart prepare Him room. And heaven and nature sing. And heaven and nature sing.
What do you have on me that keeps me tied down to ya. I hear your voice and it just stops me in my tracks. My friends all tell me I am whipped when it comes to ya.
Oh, there's somethin 'bout a man in black. Makes me wanna buy a Cadillac. Throw the top back. And roll down to Jackson town. . I wanna be there on the stage with you.
Just this side of Heaven there's a little white house. Take a ride at the Pearly Gates, go 'bout a quarter mile south. There's an angel sittin' on a front porch swing.
Got no time for the corner boys. Down in the street makin' all that noise. Don't want no hos on 8th Avenue. 'Cause tonight I'm gonna be with you. . Tonight I'm gonna take that ride.
I saw you walkin' down the street just the other day. Took one little look at me and turned the other way. Can't say I blame you but I'd like for you to know.
(Traditional). . Jole Blon, Louisiana. On the bayou in the moonlight. ?, rice and gravy. Jambalaya, fil gumbo. Your my sweet one? Jole Blon. . Jole Blon, look out babe.
The last thing on your lips were mine. And the last thing in my arms was you running blind. So you can see, how it might have caught me, a little off guard.
He sat there in his chair. Her arms around him tight.. You can't blame the lady. The lady she is blind. She said it's wrong to kill this man. Even if he's killed your child.
If you're trying to win my heart there's no denying. I admit, you don't have very far to go. So when you wanna talk to me about forever. I'll be yours from now on, just let me know.
My name is John O'Reilly and my father worked the fields. In the hills of old Kilarny where I helped him turn the wheels. My arms grew hard as iron for a boy of 17.