I once went a courtin';. Down in 'ol Alabama.. I brought along a donkey;. And a slice of salama!. I saw her there a sitting;. In a dirty lawn chair,. And asked her nicely.
when uncle sam found that i wasnt married. he sent a letter sayin son dont (*erry)?. and make it down to your boat for induction. when you arrive you'll get further instruction.
Well now, listen people let me tell you some news. I'll sing a song called the crude oil blues. We're low on heat 'n' all. We're low on gas. And I'm so cold I'm about to freeze myself.
East bound and down, loaded up and truckin'. We gonna do what they say can't be done. We've got a long way to go and a short time to get there. I'm east bound, just watch ol' Bandit run.
I'm almost crazy almost crazy. Couldn't go to sleep last night walked the floor until the daylight. Thinkin' how it used to be when you were here with me.
Yeah here comes Amos. Now Amos Moses was a Cajun. He lived by himself in the swamp. He hunted alligator for a living. He'd just knock them in the head with a stump.
Alright, watch out. . Now my daddy was hard shelled Alabama preacher. My momma was a dedicated Sunday school teacher. My brother went to college and got a PHD.
Six foot six stood on the ground, weighted 235 pounds. But I saw that giant of a man brought down to his knees by love. He was the kind of man who would gamble on love.
You oughts see Mr Jones when he rattles the bones. Old Colonel Brown jumpin' round like some kinda clown. Ol' aged mama she done past eighty-three shoutin' out I'm full o'pep.
I once was a rover.. On land and on sea.. Till a good woman's love.. Made a new man of me.. . My life had no meaning.. It was so incomplete.. Till a good woman's love..
You got out with no bruises or scratches. You broke free with no visible scars. I just got this one question to ask you. Baby what about your heart. You would stand with no shoes on a hot sun.
You're tired of me hangin' around. Looking like I just lost a friend. Well, if I did, you don't know who. He goes to another school. . Around 11AM. Burn the breakfast again.
You take a walk, I'd rather be lonely than ashamed. Of all the girls who think they know your name. Us dirty uptown girls are all the same. No one but me knows you can't be replaced.
Well, if I say another word, it'll be my last. I can tell by the color of your face you're mad. I'll have to take a few so I don't talk back. Well, it's gonna be one of those days.
Way Back When We Were Lovers. We Had Each Other To Lean On. We Use To Lay Back. And Greet The Sunshine. Now The Good Times. Are All Gone. . Living Ain't No Fun Now.
These January nights. They really make me hate my life. And I want to get into a fight. But you already said you're not going to fall for that again this time.
When I'm watching on TV. And I know I shouldn't be. Because it doesn't compare. To walking down your street. . Well, I'm hanging off your live wire. I can't believe you don't see me.
I know exactly what you think you are. I know exactly what you think you are. You left your little notebook layin' on the bar. I know exactly what you think you are.
What's it gonna for take for me to stay. It's hard enough to find someone anyway. And if I stay until the end. I get down on what might have been. Harder to take.
There's a light in your attic, I can see it. And it flashes for a dirty voyeur like me. There's a heartbeat on the air tonight, I hear it. Whispering, "beat, beat, beat, beat, beat".