i know i figured it out a thousand ways i thought about it a thousand times a day i learned my lesson and i'm not afraid i could be so strong i've got
You?re the one for me The one for me I was looking around like there?s somebody else But there?s none for me You?re the one I want You?re the one, believe
She?s leaving in the morning, nine o?clock in the day She hears that highway song calling and there?s nothing I can say Nine o?clock in the morning,
Forest trees get hit by lightning often in the wilderness just the way you cause excitement might be compared to this what's the use of letter writing
spoken: Ernie: And now, we'd like to do a song about our roots. Bert: Ernie, we're gonna sing about trees? Ernie: No, Bert. By roots I mean family.
I hate rap, I hate rap Couldn't drive me crazier with a map Talk about a generation gap I don't turn my cap, I don't grab my lap I don't do like that '
I want to hear the drums and the sound of the guitar I want to be right there where the good bands are Where they are When I come home, I want that ringing
Check it out y'all Check it out y'all Check it out y'all Whitey Ford Check it out y'all X-Ecutioner style Check it out y'all Emcee am I, people call
Have you ever played a show? Have you ever dedicated your life to something half as hard? Have you ever spent a month In a broken fucked up truck
Well I was born in 1965 That was a hell of a good time to be alive Except that by the age of ten The music had turned crap again Now people say they
Easy listening I'm in that easy listening mode Easy listening Why don't we do it in the middle of the road? Kick off your shoes, sit back, relaxez-vouz
I spent all night chasing after some ? who turns out to be mad like really mad really mad really mad there's always some new ? some better ? just waiting
by Maggie, Terre and Suzzy Roche Face down at Folk City When you came in here your were looking so pretty With your dracula cape and your bat what
Town folk left a note we tore your poster down Last time around the sheriff chased me out of town Somebody say hey why am I here One-armed scarecrow booked
(Chorus 2x) No questions for you too ask, no gats for you to blast No money, weed, no cash It's time to get in that ass Mr. Dead Folx, Colton Grundy Ya
(instrumental)
Can I get my glass of tea? mmm, nothing like it! At this time I would like very much to do a folksong. since folksongs, I think are still popular today
What do the simple folk do To help them escape when they're blue? The shepherd who is ailing, the milkmaid who is glum The cobbler who is wailing from