Pretty Little Baby Child Don Williams John Jarvis/Bill Rice Album: Believe: A Christmas Collection Pretty little baby, lying in a manger Staring at the
eyes of a king And that his tiny little fingers would bring us together For ever and ever, pretty little baby child For ever and ever pretty little baby child
Translation: Don Williams. Pretty Little Baby Child.
the eyes of a king And that his tiny little fingers would bring us together For ever and ever, pretty little baby child For ever and ever pretty little baby child
Ayo 'cuz when y'all tellin' folk, about my life I don't want y'all to add nothing I don't want y'all to take nothing away I want y'all to play that thang
Doctor Williams comin' to the Bronx New York Doctor Williams comin' to the Bronx New York Doctor Williams will be in the Bronx New York ??? straight straight
NEVER BEEN SO LONESOME WRITER HANK WILLIAMS Now the day you left and went away The mean ole blues walked in to stay I feel like a child without a home
she be really hot, when her friends gone That's when I slide on over with a Guinness on the stouffer To talk a little shit, then get a little closer Like
wanna play Biz Mark AGAIN And tell him I'm just a FRIEND So buy me Newports, cause as I smoke All I do is think about you and child support But I don'
do, oh shaboo Here come the little rascals One little, two little, three little rascals Four little, five little, six little rascals Seven little, eight little, nine little
stop it, y'all can't stop, Gangsta music (sic sic sic sic); BUCK BUCK! [VERSE ONE:] I guess my mother had a bad Bone, See back in the days she left all her little
"The unauthorized copy Dedication to my children, my child Destiny Jones To my niece and nephews Suree, Malik, Jabari the world is yours Acknowledgments
Shadow Land Don Williams Bob McDill Album: Flatlands Everytime the tide comes in the tide goes out Some folks fail some do alright You could take a johnboat
shown. "Since it is so, then let's be friendly For you know this child it is your own." "Don't you remember a-dancing with Nancy As long ago as last Easter
in the ocean we were lost And most of our merry men drowned. From Penguin Book of English Folk Songs (Williams and Lloyd) From singing of James Herridge, 1906 See also MERMDFRI Child