jail, and down behind the Fountain Those were happy days in so many, many ways In the town I loved so well In the early morning the shirt factory horn
jail and down behind the fountain Those were happy days in so many, many ways in the town I loved so well In the early morning the shirt factory horn
the Corona and turn on some porn Hand me an ambi' and I start snorin And don't say it's too early in the mornin! I'm horn dog but bad to the bone Slick
Corona and turn on some porn Hand me an ambi' and I start snorin And don't say it's too early in the mornin! I'm horn dog but bad to the bone Slick
There's a place out west where the Powder River runs off the Big Horn Mountains And winds it's way out across the plains It's a land of red walls blue
you from, ya get much respect From the top of your neck to your county check I see ya waitin' for the bus in the early morn Brick house with a face like Leena Horne
night's sleep they've had, awakened by battle horns in the far distance...they froze in fear!!! LET THE BATTLE BEGIN" Early morning with a scent of
and down behind the fountain Those were happy days in so many many ways in the town I have loves so well. In the early morning the shirt-factory horn
cannot get away Do not think you can escape them at night or early in the morn The eyes of Texas are upon you 'till Gabriel blows his horn The eyes
all the long day through, the music that I love to listen to down on melody farm. The cowbells tinkle in the early morn. the bees are buzzin' 'round a field of corn
Early dawn, another lazy Stormy Monday morn Outside my ride is layin' on the horn But I won't be torn, from your arms Work can wait, I call the boss
birdseed! Taxi! (The birds found songs to sing) (sung) I dodged the same old taxicabs that I had dodged for years. The echo of their squeaky horns was music
the jail, and down behind the fountain Those were happy days in so many, many ways In the town I loved so well In the early mornin' the shirt factory horn
and down behind the fountain Those were happy days in so many, many ways in the town I loved so well In the early morning the shirt factory horn
ya from ya get much respect From the top of your neck to your county check I see ya waitin' for the bus in the early morn Brick house with a face like Leena Horne
go [Chorus] Yeah and when those lights come up, so soon, so soon, We might sit and play some music in that trashed-out livin' room. Keep playin' that music 'til the dawn's early
Early dawn, another lazy, stormy Monday morn, Outside my ride is layin on the horn, But I won?t be torn, from your arms Work can wait, I call the boss