Ohh, do it again. I may say no, no, no but do it again. My lips just ache to have you take the kiss that's waiting for you. You know if you do, you won't regret it, come and get it.
Got up this mornin'. Feelin' sick and bad. I'm thinkin' 'bout the good time. That I once have had. . I said, I got up this mornin'. And I said, I'm feelin' so sick and bad.
I got a letter this mornin, how do you reckon it read?. It said, "Hurry, hurry, yeah, your love is dead.". I got a letter this mornin, I say how do you reckon it read?.
OUT OF THE WOODS I HEARD A DRAGON CALLING. TOO FAR AWAY TO EVER HURT ME. HE WAS ALONE. HE WAS ALONE. HE WAS ALONE IN THE VALLEY. . I WENT BACK DOWN TO MY VILLAGE TO BRING.
EYES BLURRY AND RED. TRAINS ROAR THROUGH MY HEAD. LONDON CHURNS LIKE IT WANTS ME FOR DEAD. . RIVER DO YOU SEE?. YOU'RE CIRCLING ME. ANGRY WATERS THAT LONG FOR THE SEA.
I SAW YOUR EYES GLANCING BACK IN THE MIRROR. BRIGHT LIGHTS STREAMING FASTER. AT NIGHT IN THE MOTEL I DREAM OF THE CAR. CRASHING THROUGH THE WILD PASTURES.
Divin' Duck Blues Trk 3 3:16. Sleepy John Estes. (John Adams Estes). Sleepy John Estes - vocal & guitar, Jab Jones - piano. James 'Yank' Rachell - mandolin.
You know, I'd rather be the ol' devil. Well, I'd rather be the devil. Then to be that woman' man. You know, rather be the devil. Than to be that woman' man.
While siting at home. Talking to the Lord. Some old hypocrite. Has cast your name abroad. But you take it to the Lord. He will give you a reward. Please don't take evrybody to be your friend.
This is a new one. And I talk about you.. . I like to have a chance. How about something new?. . I wanna just find myself singing,. Maybe it's just a mistake,.
You know my daddy dug gates for his whole life. And he never knew nothing more. Yeah and his daddy done the dig like his old man. Who had dug before the war.
I love to kiss you in summer rain. I love the smell of your bed. Theres something bout you I cant explain. Youre on a loop in my head. . I love the sound of your voice at night.
(Eddie Nichols/Bill Ungerman). Arranged by Bill Ungerman. . I'm fly and flash and my jive is sweet. Pressed in pleat right to my feet. But when it comes to cash.
Looking for home, looking for a corner. Where I can write alone, words for my mother. And how I came through, kicking and screaming. Smack that little ass doctor, make sure baby feels it.
it took a long time, but I'm still not over it. so many things in this life, I'm just starting to understand. I look in the mirror, and I am talking back to you.
Dream when you're feeling blue. Dream, that's the thing to do. Just watch the smoke rings rise in the air. You'll find your share of memories there. .
I dim all the lights and I sink in my chair. The smoke from my cigarette climbs through the air. The walls of my room fade away in the blue. And I'm deep in a dream of you.
I'm a drunken-hearted man, my life seems so misery. I'm a poor drunken-hearted man, my life seems so misery. And if I could only change my way of livin', it would mean so much to me.