how it used to be When the jester sang for the king and queen In a coat he borrowed from James Dean And a voice that came from you and me Oh, and while
and rest a while Well she liked that big old tree and the honeysuckle vine And the mocking bird that sang so tenderly I just packed up all those song words and
talking, 'Till her father's cottage came into view. Says she, "Come in, sir, and meet my father, And play to please him The Foggy Dew." She sat me down
And my dick felt long and hard I am the man for which no God waits But for which the whole world yearns And I'm marked by darkness and by blood And one
looked around, sat down at a table Ordered beef on rye and a glass of wine And through the door came a little old lady She was selling paper roses and
Too scared to make much noise I came one week and the den was dark And she met me at the door And we sat on the couch and we sang and talked 'Til I
Too scared to make much noise I came one week and the den was dark And she met me at the door And we sat on the couch and we sang and talked Till I
, she danced around the bar room And she did the hoochy-coo Yeah, she sang her song all night long Tellin' me what to do Blow up your TV, throw away
Pulled beers from dusk till down And amongst the townfolk she was a bit of a joke But she pulled the best beer in town I swooped magnificent upon her As she sat
it no longer, At the end of the song, she had dropped to the floor. Sobbing and sighing, she rose from the table, And sobbing and sighing, she rose
war-day work Then sat down at her wheel And song o' love the winter's neets E'er she its power did feel And at the kirk on Sunday morns None sang so
were cauld, she was away And fast to the guid wife she gan say "Shes awa wi the Gaberlunzieman" Laddie wi' my tow-ro-ae "O fy gar ride and fy gar rin
round He hurriedly sipped his beer, and poking fun of the queer And threatened to kick his ass. And the bell rang And the horn blows And he's outside
he played He was Frankie's man but she was far away He sang every song to the redhead she smiled back at him Then he came and sat at her table where
June never said one word And I thought at first that she hadn't heard Then a shell exploded not two miles away She sat up in bed and I heard her say, "
same and yet you call her a whore I don't understand why it's ok, The guy can get away with it & the girl gets named All my ladies come together and