Lyrics:
Roll and Big Bill Broonzy
And "Really The Blues" by "Mezz" Mezzrow
And "Dharma Bums" by Jack Kerouac
Over and over again
And voices echoing late
When I was a boy about the age of ten
Got some old records by the blues men
Found a big connection to my lonely life
I couldn't wait to learn some
on the record.
I'd written 'You really got me' as tribute to all those great blues people
I love: Leadbelly and Big Bill Broonzy. And Dave was playing the song
Bill Broonzy, John Lee Hooker, Half-spoken blues y armónica de Sonny Boy Williamson II.
I've got the victory con Yolanda Adam's,
Escucho el Flamenco en
the of the road)
I remember them so clearly mom and dad loved them so dearly
Old brush arbors by the side of the road
Where I learned about salvation from the book
fun on the bayou.
I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry
(Hank Williams)
Hear the lonesome whippoorwill
He sounds too blue to fly
And as I wonder where you are
the blue, out the blue, out the blue
Out the blue, out the blue, out the blue, out the blue
Out the blue, out the blue, out the blue
Its's one big
the lonesome town
I stood a-wondering which way to go
I lit a cigarette on a parking meter
And walked on down the road
It was a normal day
Well, I rung
your Pa
Our loves are gonna grow ooh-wah, ooh-wah
I was feelin' kinda lonesome and blue
I needed somebody to talk to
So I called up the operator of time
stray
Because you've got bills to pay
Turn back from the road your traveling on
Know what your going through
Don't be blinded by your point of view
Is it
dozen machetes bought from flea markets silently run by the fruiterers, silently run by the butchers, silently run by farmers, silently run by the blue
Out The Blue (Lyrics by Che Lingo)
Chorus
If I knew what I knew as a youth,
Then it’s true,
I’d be trapped in a cycle of childish pursuit,
Don’t
Well I ain't goin' down that big long lonesome road
Pretty baby don't you hear me talkin'
No I ain't goin' down that big road by myself
If I can't
rage
Platinum look like steel cages
Nigga we the new ages
Nigga we the nineties babies
Nigga we got road rage
Bitch it's Big Blue Bill Boat
King
I don't even want they shit
Broke bitty what I don't want
(Naw, naw)
Ion even want that bihh
I rather be by my lonesome
(Yeahhhhh)
Cause I cant trust
It's a lazy afternoon
I'd love to hear a lonesome tune
Come lifting and a drifting by my ears
To make sure what blues that may have
Gathered round
from Obama
Background check for a chopper
Storm is gone now it's all clear
The road was long but we all here
[?] I don't care
2014 is our year
Big shout
ain't got no skill
It's a big task tryna climb a steep hill
You can hate me ima hit the top still
All I need nows money in the blue bills
You don't own the road boy
Better kick up a storm
You don't own the big city lights
Better cop out your own
You don't own the green pines,
the day it's yellow gold in the evening it's blue ice
And we lighting medicine 'cause niggas is flu-like
Two guns, two mics, where I'm moving my two Nikes
it
For The Fame
But you gon' know my name
I ain't in it for the change
I like big bills
By dead presidents
Pianos play on the key of life
As I dabble
Mercedes
U know I brought out the Benz
Drug Traffic turned Boyz to Men
Uleyssus S. Grant. 50 Bills All Pink,
Blue Face Benjamins
X2
Verse #1:
Boy U ain’t
on
ive been counting by my lonesome
only hit me when you want somethin
they never hit me up to show love nah
they never hit us up to show love
(did ya?)
together
Sure was gonna be rough
Never did like Papa's homemade dress
Mama's bankbook wasn't big enough
I was standing on the side of the road
Rain falling
.jpg/259px-Big_Bill_Broonzy_(1951_publicity_photo).jpg "Big Bill Broonzy")
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