Hey, Bill Bailey, don't look now but somebody's calling you. Who, why, your lady friend, that's who. If I were you, If I were you, I'd get my little old self home.
My plain Jane never wear no lipstick or paint. You know she'll never try to be what she ain't. Come early in the morning you can hear the fella's call (woo).
lay me down easy I know I've done wrong. I was out in the desert and planting head stones. you bought it, I stammered my way around love. I kindled the fires that burnt the embers above.
Pity, pity, pity Miss Kitty. Have a little mercy on me. Well, pity, pity, pity, Miss Kitty. Wont you set my poor heart free?. You know Johnny B. Goode and Zorro, too.
There's a man out there talking speaking in tongues,. losing his hair, bleeding gums,. saying things about my sister, things about their son,. if he don't stop soon, I'm gonna kill someone.
There are sad things. There are bad things, the blues. When they threaten, start betting you'll lose. . You hide yourself behind a prayer. The blues'll come and they'll find you there.
I need someone, That I'll look to,. In the lonely hour, That we all go through,. To give me comfort, And love me through,. In the lonely hour, I need you . . . . I need you,.
you got your ways and I got mine. you got your own ways of spending time. the stars are falling all around your dress. the constellations point to your own sweet mess.
Once upon a time. A girl with moonlight in her eyes. Put her hand in mine. And said she loved me so. . But that was once upon a time. And oh, so long ago.
There is a place where she smiles a lot,. in the darkened corner of a parking lot,. before men walked upon the moon. when you played the swinging doors of a lonely saloon.
I spent many days on the back of this haze. with a mind to tell you you were wrong,. It's not that I was right, but the will of the fight,. drew you in when you thought I had gone.
O come, all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant. O come ye, o come ye to Bethlehem. Come and behold Him, born the King of Angels. O come let us adore Him, o come let us adore Him.
Ballads are being sung. But not for me. Church bells are being rung. But not for me. . I am without love. But I don't doubt love can be. Warm and tender for some.
you're too young to know any way out and you were drinking long before. anyone had time to show. no one knew this day was sad for thinking but then a fading trend and.
devil moon, shows its face too soon at a hopeless time. fast old road, shut down in the winter cold at a quiet time. threw out my back, tending another crack on the picket line.
Heaven is a place where people die pretty. Skies don't lie and there's cash in the kitty. Running from the rocks, there's water for the lips. To ease your mouth and bathe your fist.
I never found out what, she never gave me anything,. was I just here to pass the time, cold hearted lover of mine,. I want her to turn and see, this lonely shadow walking with you,.
smoke's flowing from the musty pit, with the breakers low. and swelling coming from the orchard,. we're losing him with all your woe, from the glory you have stolen.
When you see a gentleman bee. Round a lady bee buzzin'. Just count to ten then count again. There's sure to be an even dozen. . Multiplication. That's the name of the game.