Dont ride your bike off a ramp. Thats more than three bricks high. Dont take a candy from the store. If you aint got the dime. . Dont pick a fight with a little guy.
Your favorite hat, don't wanna give it back. Ain't gonna give it back. Big brown floppy brim, the top is caving in. String around my chin. . Your favorite hat, slick with your sweat.
If you talk any faster with food in your teeth. I swear to God I am gonna call the police. The sunrise ain't pretty when you ain't been to bed. Tomorrow is today instead.
She says If you liked it why dont you call me back?. She said If you liked it why wont you come on back?. 'Cuz you can ride for free. And you dont got to worry about me.
Last night I got busted. For acting just like myself. While wishing I was somebody else. And everybody knows just who I am. I'm the chewing gum stuck in your hair.
Ugh.... I saw you last night with your handsome new dude. Kissing and smiling last night. I would rather have poisoned beaked sparrows. Pluck out my cryin' eyes.
Loud couple. Drinking doubles. In a tussle. Angry mumbles. He slowly stumble. Into a tumble. Bouncer flexes muscles. While taking off his muzzle. . Lost in a puzzle....
I heard that Opie Taylor was Liz Taylor's son. They lived in Mount Pilot 'til the summer of '71. And they were as close as burger to a bun. I heard they were as close as a burger to a bun.
My Jesus sandals are missing. I think I left them on the back of the stage. With the angry divorcee. Who was trying to help me get away. They were like sleds made of gentle leather.
i dont wanna go to chattanooga. i wanna stay here with you. i dont wanna go to chattanooga. the judge says its what i gotta do. ooh who laying here with you.
I had a most distressing dream last night. I dreamed I was a crystal bird. Caught in perpetual flight. . I'd ascend and glide and descend and ride. On the wind and never alight.
Penduli pendulum. Swing around, beat the drum. In July, I'll deny. The illusion. . I'll be gone, beat the drum. There I go, here I come. And goodbye means good try.
Papa won't you let me go to town with you. Papa I'm feeling so down and blue. You just gotta come around, please do. Papa won't you let me go to town with you.
La la la la la. Ooh hey hey hey. La la la la la. . Every year about this time the local gentry. Have a meeting in Chickasaw land. They all come to judge each and every entry.
It was the third of June, another sleepy, dusty Delta day. I was out choppin' cotton, and my brother was balin' hay. And at dinner time we stopped and walked back to the house to eat.
Good mornin', mornin' glory. Good mornin', what's your story. Good mornin', where'd you spend the night. Where did your night dreams take you. . Sorry but I had to wake you.
M I double S I double S I double P I. M I double S I double S I double P I. . Right in the middle of the cotton belt. Down in the Mississippi Delta. Wearin' last years possum belt.
Marigolds and tangerines. And lots of rusty window screens. Funny Paper, fountain pen. And patchwork things to cover in. Puppy dogs and potpourri. Oh won't you come and live with me.
Can't seem to settle down. Maybe I'll just hang around. But every time you pick me up. I guess I take you down. But here I am again. You'll take me back and then.