(K. Grimwood/E. Idlet) Blue skies with no clouds, Hot afternoons can get you down and make you sweaty. Mid-summer sun bake, I know exactly what we should
(K. Grimwood/E. Idlet) Saw a shooting star from a rumbling car; Started wondering how and where you are. Wish I may, wish I might, wish I was with you
(K. Grimwood/E. Idlet) Close your eyes, and I'll sing you a song, Lullaby, sleep until dawn. The cricket's serenade echoes softly through the night. The
(K. Grimwood/E. Idlet) Seems like only yesterday when you belonged to me And now I hear you say you want to set me free. Well, how long have you known
(K. Grimwood/E. Idlet) I know you're mad at me, but I don't want to fight you, And I know we disagree, but I don't want to argue, Soon the night will
(E. Idlet) Well, it's early in the morning and I'm looking at the sky. And I'm thinking 'bout the girl that I left the other night, Moving down the road
If you go out in the woods today Be sure for a big surprise If you go out in the woods today You better go in disguise For every bear that ever there
(K. Grimwood/E. Idlet) Now, it's Story Time, And the candles are burning down low, 'Cause it's late and there's nowhere to go. And I'm listening As you
can ask is why. Why am I being punished? Have I been so bad? I sat down to dinner and this is what I had: Chorus: Boiled okra and spinach, it's dangerous, Fishy fish
(K. Grimwood/E. Idlet) Tongue tied, I tried not to talk, My stomach was tied up in knots, I'm not doin' this and not doin' that, And not doin' what I
(K. Grimwood/E. Idlet) Well, you can count on your fingers, And you can count on your toes, Count the freckles on your freckledy face, Or the hairs in
(D. Cooper) Summer is coming, catfish are jumping, The willows are weeping up the river, Mandaddy's wagon comes rattling and dragging His magical route
(K. Grimwood/E. Idlet) In the darkest part of the city, And on the coldest night of the year, A dangerous man with a gun in his hand Put an end to a brief
These are good times, out on a limb with each other. Did you ever think that we might end up out here? These are goodd times, sitting by the fireside.
(K. Grimwood/E. Idlet) I'm still spinning round, but I'm lowering my orbit, My feet don't touch the ground, sometimes I drag my knees; Over the fences
(K. Grimwood/E. Idlet) In the books that I've been reading, they say exactly what they mean, They don't say uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, They don't stutter, they
(K. Grimwood/E. Idlet) The trees are only cardboard, The leaves are full of paint, There's a riot in the cornfields by the silo, Crows are on the tightrope
(K. Grimwood/E. Idlet) Yeah, got nothing to run from, nothing to fight, Ain't nothing going bump in the middle of the night. Ain't gonna worry, no, gonna