a vet, I'll slam a sista though, word Ice in the whole damn herd I fuck 'em all and leave 'em on the curve I got a bitch with a mink, who rocks a fat
early for the congo So keep a rockin' that piano That's why I go for that rock and roll music Any old time you use it It's got a backbeat you can blues
There's no such thing as too much school Not to mention lean taught me how to play the piano and then Every summer I was out in South Ben Grand pops
hood with a passion And I ain't talkin' that action Jackson When I come you better run for ammo Or get played like a fuckin' piano And yo, we got my
White kitchen walls with a thousand windows You turn on Winston in the den And I'm still asleep but I can hear the piano when you make breakfast
White kitchen walls with a thousand windows Turn on Winston in the den And I'm still asleep but I can hear the piano When you make breakfast after 10
I was made in England, out of Cadillac muscle I had a quit-me father, had a love-me mother I had little Richard and that black piano Oh that sweet Georgia
The rock stops here Jerry lee's piano's screamin' The rock stops here Elvis singin' "blue suede shoes" I need a shot of rock-a-billy With my
in the news, give me wack reviews But you'll never find another who can fill my shoes Who can roll the blues, who can rock the rap Who can rock, who
infatuation Living in a rock 'n' roll, living in a rock 'n' roll Living in a rock 'n' roll nation, rock 'n' roll nation Living in a rock 'n' roll nation
Water Blues 3:05 Trk 18 (Robert Brown) Washboard Sam Washboard Sam - vocal & washbrd. J.T. Brown - tenor sax, W. Broonzy - gtr Roosevelt Sykes - piano
dice hit want cream fold, for two green five six seelo and the ego (yeah) So how you flipping grams yo (uh uh) I'm touching keys like pianos to getting
my knees And roll my stockings down And all that jazz Start the car I know a whoopee spot Where the gin is cold But the piano's hot It's just a noisy
it mean? Where's the keyboards and the tambourine and the guitar And you know, I mean, the stuff that like white people like We had a piano Somethin
The clink of the metal the hiss of the rope The sky like a piece of blue glass He clings to the rock with the feeling reversed As if he holds the whole
Had a band once Bass and drums I sang and played piano Craig played guitar Always knew the tunes had the records made tapes kept dates Never fell
I got myself together, got my tie on straight Downtown, takin' care of business on the street Glen d's got that old piano on the road Blues is his bag