Translation: Joe Grant. The Farmer's Piano.
Well, I followed you that time Things that touched me slipped my mind If you help me then I'll try and I'll believe you I need time, could you explain
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 her daddy's farm She always
... I don't want the piano in here Ernie. ...well Sure, Bert, what's a sing-along without a piano? [starts to play piano] It's ME, that's what it is...
as Shalimar and there's forty shades of green [ piano ] I wish that I could spend an hour at Dublin's churching surf I'd love to watch the farmers drain
Lives on a farm, got plenty of charm, beep, beep He's got no cows but he's sure got a whole lotta sheep And brand new wife and a family And when he comes
up again all right She ain't much of a looker, she can handle her Paraldehyde You were up all night at the Captain's Table drinking Tanqueray gin by the old piano
me in the garden of Gethsemane my dear The Lord said, "Peter I can see your house from here" An honest man finally reaped what he had sown And a farmer
Last Saturday morning I shut off the alarm Drove out in the valley to old Dan Cook's farm A sign on the fence post put up with one nail read 10 a.m. sharp
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
John Brown left Kansas before the blood had dried And as he rode his head did shine like the sun in mid-July. In a tiny farm house by Brunswick piano
I've got a farm house, It's a big white farmhouse And forty acres in my head You got a kitchen, It's an oak floor kitchen And a big brass feather bed
'ever since Lord, I know how to take it Oh, the Killer's gotta come through Pick your guitar, fella (instrumental & piano) Born on the farm in Lou
3:02 Sonny Boy Williamson I (John Lee Williamson) John Lee Williamson - vocal and harmonica Chicago July 2, 1941 with Blind John Davis - piano, Ransom
This one's for the shoeshine boy and the farmer in debt Each string is barbed wire, each chord is a threat This blues guy I met that never had a hit Said
up again all right She ain't much of a looker, she can handle her Paraldehyde You were up all night at the Captain's Table drinking Tango & gin by the old piano
Kansas before the blood had dried And as he rode his head did shine like the sun in mid-July. In a tiny farm house by Brunswick piano He warmed his boots
play it, It's part of me, just like another arm It started out as a little ukulele, When I was just a boy on the farm My fingers were too lazy for piano