dance until the broad broad light Blue John's Blues The sweetest girl that I ever had Was guaranteed to drive a poor man bad Blue John's Blues Blue John Blues
on me And now I turn my back on you But somewhere down the road Our roads are gonna cross again It doesn't really matter when But somewhere down the road
Love Me Baby Blues (Joe Callicott) Drive down baby Like showers of rain Can't you hear my fair girl Call my name Can't you hear my fair girl call
the dogs were turning into carrots and the valentines were melting beneath burrito and neon where shattered places pave the road the winding road through
a love is bad and wrong? Why does a girl has to be weak? And my angels never speak? Why does a secret never fly? All my hopes will ever die? An empty road
YC, YC, YC Way too big for my ma'fuckin' jeans I'm so fly I don't even got wings Eyes real low, just blame it on the green Girl cut up, got lean on lean
it I got me a shack at the bottom of the road Fixin' cars and givin' tows Spend all my money on the lottery When I win the lottery gonna buy all girls
bad, we nationwide Yeah we bad, yeah, we nationwide 'Cause I'm bad, girl we're nationwide Yes I'm bad, girl I'm nationwide Well, I was movin' down the road
Shore Road And lighten up my heavy load Make all my blues go away Lookin' across Pelican Bay I want to live on fresh seafood And never be in a bad mood
up up up up up up up (end communication) Bad, bad actor. Flip that script now. Read these cue cards. Find your way out. Casting call girl...give the
, robbiries, crooked cops Bitches with fat asses, no brain and drop top Guess who's pregnant, so and so got shot Benzes, blue and green contact lenses
some people tell me the worried blues ain't bad (note 1) It's the worst old feelin' that I ever had Some people tell me the worried blues ain't bad Buddy
-Cha-Cha, uh-huh It's the C to the H-A, C-H-A On the freeway speeding in the CLK Got a party out in Cali on the second and third House of blues bad news
'til the whole damn bottle's gone And I know it might sound sad But to tell the truth it ain't half bad I love my misery Gonna drown my blues in a sea
so bad, you'll be a big sensation Why does everybody want a bad reputation? You're so bad, you're so bad, you're so bad You're so bad
I hang in the curtain I sleep in your hat And no one brings anything Small into a bar around here. They all started out with bad directions And the girls
bunch. How bad does she seem? She makes me wanna scream. On the phone with the West Glen Ellen rest home Talking up a tattle tome: How bad does she seem
, leaping under my wheels as I careered out of Longwood on my way to you waiting in your dress, in your dress of blue I said: Thank you, girl; thank you, girl