Iâ??m gonna tell you fascists. You may be surprised. The people in this world. Are getting organized. Youâ??re bound to lose. You fascists bound to lose.
To the rich man's bright lodges. I ride in this wind. On my good horse, I call you. My shiny black Bess. . To the playhouse of fortune. To take the bright silver.
I done spent my last three cents. Mailing my letter to the president. I didn't make a show, I didn't make a dent. So I'm swinging over to this independent gent.
Ten hundred books could I write you about her. Cause I felt if I could know her. I would know all women. . And they've not been any too well known. For brains and planning and organized thinking.
My flying saucer, where can you be. Since that sad night that you sailed away from me?. My flying saucer, I pray this night. You will sail back before the day gets bright.
If the folks next door to me weren't so good. I'd do all the mean things anybody could. I'd drink and I'd gamble and I'd louse around. I'd be the meanest man in this whole town.
Ingrid Bergman, Ingrid Bergman. Let's go make a picture. On the island of Stromboli. Ingrid Bergman. . Ingrid Bergman, you're so pretty. You'd make any mountain quiver.
I lived in a place called Okfuskee. And I had a little girl in a holler tree. I said, little girl, it's plain to see. Ain't nobody that can sing like me.
Last night or the night before that. I won't say which night. A seaman friend of mine. I'll not say which seaman. Walked up to a big old building. I won't say which building.
I was born at half past twelve, almost one in the morning. I was born at half past one, almost two in the morning. Now my birthday comes again and I don't know how old I am.
I guess I planted some long lonesome seed of a song. Way down inside me long ago. And now I can't remember when it was. But it joined up with the rest of them and grows.
I'm a porter and a night clerk at the old Hot Rod Hotel. I clean and scrub the lobby down and thirty-one rooms as well. I wax and shine their boots and shoes.
Hoodoo Voodoo, seven twenty one two. Haystacka hostacka, A be see. High poker, low joker, ninety nine a zero. Sidewalk, streetcar, dance a goofy dance.
Eisler on the go, Eisler on the move. Brother is on the vinegar truck. And I don't know what I'll do. I don't know what I'll do. I don't know what I'll do.
I'd like to rest my heavy head tonight. On a bed of California stars. I'd like to lay my weary bones tonight. On a bed of California stars. . I'd love to feel.
There's a black wind blowing in the cotton field, honey. There's a black wind blowing in the cotton field, baby. There's a black wind blowing in the cotton field.
The birds are singing in your eyes today. Sweet flowers blossom in your smile. The wind and sun are in the words you say. Where might your lonesome lover be?.
Sometimes I think I'm gonna lose my mind. But it don't look like I ever do. I've loved so many people everywhere I went. Some too much, and others not enough.
Gonna tell all you fascists you may be surprised. People all over this world are getting organized. You're bound to lose you fascists are bound to lose.
I'm gonna tell all you fascists, you may be surprised. People all over this world are getting organized. You're bound to lose. You fascists are bound to lose.