that I'm feeling blue I'm not angry I'm not sick, there's nothing wrong me You must understand my love I'm lazy, lazy as can be I'm a lazy, lazy man I stay as lazy
Translation: The Blue Dogs. Lazy Man.
careless love Oh, how your bright eyes glow Way down, down along lazy river road Way down, down along lazy river road Way down, down along lazy river
Hey yo, oh A yard for my dogs, a crib for my main, bitch I've been a man and I am still stainless Haters called vapor, inhaling the anguish Kill these
Slow down, we've got time left to be lazy All the kids have bloomed from babies into flowers in our eyes. We've got 50 good years left to spend out in
Way down upon Sycamore Slough A white man sings the blues selling roses of paper mache with flecks of starlight dew I swiped a bunch and threw it your
