I get a feeling I can't quite name A ghost of a pain just before the rain Got second sight flashin' but things aren't clear A little voice asking things
a crowin' hen Always come to the same sad end" Your hands look scabbed your dress is a mess You got lies in your eyes, champagne on your breath You got a wild
Why you let me get this close I can't say Close but no cigar, it's still too far away If I reach for you, will you run? If I tag along, will I spoil the
Or are they merely paying lip service To your local guitar authorities? These and other questions Are raised in the following excerpt From Webb Wilder
New York woman, got the rich girl blues She can do anything she wants Can't find nothin' to do, she goes through bars Like a prince of blue towers, yes
Saw the add in the paper, said, the hell with it all Took a gig with the circus as the Human Cannonball It didn't take long to learn my trade Very first
Translation: Webb Wilder. Miss Missy From Ol' Hong Kong.
Translation: Webb Wilder. You Might Be Lonely For A Reason.
Translation: Webb Wilder. Jimmy Reed Is The King Of Rock And Roll.
Translation: Webb Wilder. I Just Had To Laugh.
Translation: Webb Wilder. Scattergun.
Translation: Webb Wilder. Little Boy Sad.
Translation: Webb Wilder. Mary Lou.
Translation: Webb Wilder. Battle Of The Bands.
Translation: Webb Wilder. Down On The Farm.
Translation: Webb Wilder. The Only One.
Translation: Webb Wilder. Tell The World.
Translation: Webb Wilder. Move It.
