the edge, got the ledge hangin' out of the window Bird chest witcha winderous fearaf? Around you'll be hemps meat inside of a meal sack Puny little bucks
tell the local bands down at the bar That he's the critic, yeah, I can hook you up I know everybody in the business He flunked junior high band he couldn't march
me be? Oh will you never set me free? The ties that bound us are still around us There´s no escape that I can see And still those little things
will you never let me be? Oh will you never set me free? The ties that bound us are still around us There's no escape that I can see And still those little
a couple of things, let me analyze to you. Now, Billy Flynn set a travel on March 5th. March 7th, you would be quit. On March 8th, you know what Mama
that bares a lipstick's traces An airline ticket to romantic places And still my heart has wings These foolish things remind me of you. A tinkling piano
of this time, Tateh proposed and she accepted. MOTHER She adored him. THE LITTLE BOY They moved to California. THE LITTLE GIRL They were now a family. THE LITTLE
in Memphis Now Muriel play piano Every Friday at the Hollywood And they brought me down to see her And they asked me if I would Do a little number And
's in the car Choking on the fumes Sprawled across a black piano Hollerin' the blues Morally low and dying slow What a way to go go go It's the little
Tales Talk about a bleeding piano Right, this is a lovely little song now about the ups and downs of life Come on Come on Go I'm sick of you tasting
feeling very tired Someone threw a party (shake it) Someone threw a fit (take it) Baby let me mambo with you a little bit Mambo (mambo) Mambo (and all those little
that bears a lipstick's traces An airline ticket to romantic places And still my heart has wings These foolish things remind me of you A tinkling piano
Lee Williamson) Sonny Boy Williamson - vocals & harmonica with Blind John Davis - piano, Big Bill Broonzy - guitar Willie Dixon sbass and Charles Saunders - drums March
Lee Williamson) Sonny Boy Williamson - vocals & harmonica with Blind John Davis - piano, Big Bill Broonzy - guitar Willie Dixon Sb & vocal and Charles Saunders - drums March
yo' size One a these days I'm gonna climb yo' tree Remember big boy You got to march right under me When you march under me You better march careful
prayer in Memphis Now Muriel plays piano Every Friday at the Hollywood And they brought me down to see her And they asked me if I would Do a little
a prayer in Memphis Now Muriel plays the piano Every Friday at the Hollywood And they brought me down to see her And they asked me if I would Do a little
got the ledge hangin' out of the window bird chest niggas witcha winderous fearaf fuck around you'll be against me the size of a meal sack cutie little
