Lyrics:
Jones
The very first time I met her I
Saw her from across the room
And instantly we both became consumed by the thought
Of she and I being together
[Verse 1]
Once I had a friend by the name of Jones
cnd his idea sure was wrong
I [took?] ol' Jones for my personal friend
You see what Jones has done
thing I wanna see is you to win (yeah-yeah-yeah)
I know you know
There's no place like home (ain't no place like home)
No time like Christmas time,
me.
Now you can't find a George Jones classic, in a big black book of hymns.
Oh but I'm living proof that Jesus saves in a smoky place like this.
better!
CUSTOMER: No, you're not -- you'll be stone dead in a moment.
MORTICIAN: Oh, I can't take him like that -- it's against
regulations.
DEAD PERSON:
a good Christmas
'Cause there's no, no place like home at Christmastime
La la la, la la la la
La la la, la la la la
Cozy up right by the fireplace
no tradition like
A Christmas George Michael
There is no tradition like
A Christmas George Michael
Warmth of love
We're a picture of purity
Cozy days,
a reflection of your heart. That words alone could never capture. When I write a Christmas song, it is almost always born from a moment in my life, inspired by
I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I
Listen, Ars' in no position to front
Know ya name Durrell Jones, you
Don't load and aim, you talkin' game
It's snakes in the grass but I'm
On point like
After September 11th, after feeling the visceral loss of my grandmother and then my family, and then my family's home, I told myself, No music is not
she now?)
Then she took me home (talkin' 'bout?)
Pilot Jones, Pilot Jones
In the sky up above, the birds
I saw the sky like I never seen before
owners I just mentioned. Ceasar later married a slave girl by the name of Peggy Jones. My great, great, etc. grandmother. To this union, the following
PRESIDENT GEORGE BUSH (was followed by "No new taxes," a promise he would not keep)
"We, the jury, in the above entitled action, find the defendant,
Accepted by Manhattan's elite
in all the places that were chic
No party was complete without George
Along the boulevards he'd cruise
and all the old queens
of the great white way
Accepted by Manhattan's elite
In all the places that were chic
No party was complete without George
Along the boulevards he'd
of the great white way
Accepted by Manhattan's elite
In all the places that were chic
No party was complete without George
Along the boulevards he'd
Long roads and no sleep
Wheels on the concrete)
No home when I go home ain't got a place to call my own so
I just lay low kids with halos let me crash
of a clock
You might get killed for being black, no longer state of a shock
Too many lames to keep account, like when the hell it's gon' stop?
Crooked cops
with the Stones
Once He even opened up a three-way package
In Southern California for old George Jones
[Chorus]
The years went by like sweet
rip off the mask, seek the truth and just try
Like alex jones himself says brother, let me hear your war cry
Mister jones and I were really baffled by
am with 2 by 2
Cock up the gun and shoot
This one na anti curise
This one na anticurise
Run on the jonizing Jones
This one anticurise
Block am for
the crowd yell
And if they want beef
I'm ringing the cowbell
This crispy cream make 'em ring
Like they found Mel
Jones, and I don't need no introduction
I'm
record on Parlophone
Towards the end of 1962
We hoped everybody would like
What had already
Been our type of music for several
Years already, but we had no
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