without something to brag about I need something to brag about A new car, a big two story house I can't win her love without something to brag about
bag Well I'm three parts tiger and one part snake I'll ball you to sleep and I'll bite you awake And I'm so good that I don't have to brag I need an
twenty dollar suit I bought from J.C. Penney's Back in 1962 But I've got something to brag about Something to brag about Something to brag about in
alone without something to brag about I need something to brag about A new car, a big two story house I can't win her love without something to brag
From the valley of the missing High lonesome, no pity boy Bragging party just beginning All the tales, mythic noise No cotton, no chloroform Don't throw
I've got something to brag about something to brag about Something to brag about in you When you're with the fellas I know you start to bragging Bout
by Woody Guthrie I was born about ten thousand years ago There ain't nuthin' in this world that I don't know I saw Peter Paul and Moses playin' ring-around
Ten hundred books could I Write you about her 'Cause I felt if I could know her I would know all women And they've not been any too well known For brains
Wednesday morning at five o'clock As the day begins Silently closing her bedroom door Leaving the note that she hoped would say more She goes downstairs
Someday, some morning, sometime, sometime I'd like to hold your hand in mine Someday, some morning, sometime I'd like to tell you you're pretty and fine
What is that sound? Where is it coming from? All around What are you running from? Something you don't understand Something you cannot command That'
Thinking back now I suppose you were just stating your views What was it all for For the weather or the Battle of Agincourt And the times that we all
I'd like to rest my heavy head tonight On a bed of California stars I'd like to lay my weary bones tonight On a bed of California stars I'd love to feel
Everybody likes you, babe, but me I guess that proves how stupid I can be Your father thinks it's swell Your mum hears wedding bells Our friends all
Another day dawns gray It's enough to make me spit But we go on our way Just putting up with it And when I try to make my Feelings known to you You sound
She said, "Do these seats fold down?" and I said, "If you pull that handle" All the time she'd been waiting for something with a little more And all her
He's got the bonhomie of a game show host And his handshake is so limp, it's like meeting a ghost His apologies are tired 'cause he uses them a lot His
You beat up a butcher and you bleed a man You bang up and badger and blood let a man Then I come along on the feet of man And half way laugh and cry '
