and thought and when the night gets cold WE UPHOLD The following rules that I'll sing to you all We believe in melody and harmony and all things sweet
the porch swing, oh my little sweet thing, woo! Aw c'mon sweet thing, sweet thing, sweet thing, sweet thing C'mon, little now Oh my little sweet thing
we gotta use water But I always use some milk and cream for you 'Cause I think you're kinda sweet Anyway you always got on some fly blue suit An' your
, there isn't really very far to go Well, baby baby wants a gold diamond ring Wants it more than most any old thing Well when I get those jelly-roll blues
've been lookin' for a woman sweet mama, ain't got no man The girl I love, she's sweet and true You the dress she wears, sweet mama, it's pink and blue
My baby, gives me The finance blues Tax me to the limit Of my revenues Here she comes finger-poppin' Clickety-click She says, furs or diamonds You take
. James Hotel And I know one thing, nobody can sing Them blues like blind Willie McTell Hey, hey, I know one thing, nobody can sing Them blues like blind
Woo ah, mercy mercy me Ah, things ain't what they used to be, no no Where did all the blue skies go? Poison is the wind that blows From the north and
happy birthday When you quest for fortune and fame Don't forget about the simple things It's the little things And the joy they bring, yeah It's the little things
wanderer, not really I mostly lived near my parents home Anyway, Lorraine and I got married And the usual married stuff And then one day she says to me From out of the blue
used to walk through fields of green We used to sit by clear blue streams We used to be so happy Me and you We used to do such silly things We used
see if your ok and every day when i see you turn all my gray sky blue you make me smile you make me sing you make me do those crazy things and
new blue jeans Shufflin' sweet right with that beat She can really shake that thing Belt buckle Shinin' day and night When she shake that thing Hope
heart of every guy in town Includin' the one I own But this sweet young thing of seventeen Would sting you with the lovesick blues Just a blonde haired blue
For the block boy, take it rough Everyday it's been the same old thing on my block Ya either workin' or ya slangin' cocaine on my block Ya had to hustle
than a country mile Why don't you say the things you used to say? What makes you treat me like a piece of clay? My hair's still curly and my eyes are still blue
you come to do? No turning water into wine No learning while you're in the line I'll take you to the broken sign You see the lights are blue Come and