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gone No, I ain't hoed a row Since I don't know when, long time gone And it ain't coming back again Deliah plays that ol' church pian'a Sitting out on
J. Rambo 6 sextillion, 19 million, the holy pyramid say we all a lost children Voodoo for the pilgrims who bring weapons and conceal em They're style ?, and then in doctorate the children
The time has come to the part from this world and prove my heavenly word My Maker told me to give all my crops to his children here on earth I'll reap
old enough to know better The king of marigold was in the kitchen Cooking breakfast for the queen The queen was in the parlor Playing piano for the children
Here I sit A vampire at my piano The flames burn glaringly higher And the eyes that stare through the darkness Though they have no form There's
Nasty Boogie 3:06 Trk 5 Champion Jack Dupree (Jack Dupree) Jack Dupree - vocal & piano Pete Brown - alto sax, Ennis Lowry - guitar Wendell Marshall
know better Cry, baby, cry The king of Marigold was in the kitchen Cooking breakfast for the queen The queen was in the parlor Playing piano for the children
proclaim Hail him hail him highest archangels in glory Strength and honor give to his holy name Like a shepherd Jesus will guard his children In his
I could have run away But where would I run to where would I stay All of the hopes All the visions and dreams Have just disappeared with the children
Game over, you win Game over, I win The Sleigh bells are a-ringing, the children they are singing The memories are fleeting, a little game of (Paper,
Jeff Moss Baby Rowlf at piano Baby Piggy: No matter what life may bring, no matter what I may do, be sure of one special thing I'm gonna always be loving
teacher Added eggs to the grocery list Started a load of wash, made sure the doors were locked Put water in the puppy's dish Wrote a check to the children's piano
the next generation Who's gonna drop it if you're not there? And whether the enemy makes a run on the palace Or whether the enemy does not? The children
It's clear to us this love affair Has self combusted everywhere And I don't feel so debonair My piano collects dust A funeral with no mourners I wish