Lyrics:
nothin' but the blues
And I think I'm, I think I'm pretty glad about that
Cause don't nobody sing to me like Lucille, sing Lucille
Well, I'll put it
Hanging on the corner working for the man
Running these numbers, pushing cocaine
Going up to Memphis to sing me some blues
Oh pretty baby I'm tired
Dead-end ways
But she sing like
Etta James
Beats for day
Holy place
Everybody need they space
40 nights and 40 days
40 records gone to waste
I only made
hand me another shot of that rye
And if anyone else should ask you
Just tell 'em
I've got some of those St. James Infirmary blues
Asthma Mark
And we sing with him go Diphtheria Blues
I can't breath i can't breath
My blow's a sweater miles of water and
Oh, I can't stand it
What's
Written by James Young
Lead Vocals by James Young
murolceS odrO suvoN sitpeoC tiunnA
What the devil's goin' on
Why don't your turn that music
I dig
Dig
Hear Basie kickin' em out
Dig
I dig
Dig
Hear what I'm talkin' about
Dig
Ooh, oh
Dig
Blues lose by diggin' you
Shout
Dig Basie
of security".
I had a dog and his name was Blue
I had a dog and his name was Blue
I had a dog and his name was Blue
I betcha five dollars he's a good dog,
beauty
Homegrown American girl
The way she sings Etta James
Her hands as light as paper planes
She sounds so sweet to me
Sweet yea American beauty
Jameis
Lineage of kings upon severed roads been marked for
Death but the Cole era my Dela Rose slept yet on the
Dream I never doze Etta my range globe
And researching the Titanic, till there was nothing left. And then
I moved on to other things
Music, class, to blue class rings
And on this day, I turn 18
I'll tell
Lucille don't wanna play nothing but the
Blues. I think I'm, I think I'm pretty glad about
That. Cause don't nobody sing to me like Lucille.
Sing
to seed
I don't mark my time with dates, holidays, faded wisdom, locked karma holders
Convenient
I am made by my times
I am a creation of now
Pass me not, oh, gentle Savior
Hear my humble cry
While the others Thou are calling
Do not pass me by
I've got the feelin' and the feelin's not
'm Majin Buu
Off of the 30 ouu
Do what I gotta do
Run up I'll silence you
Prada suit on me I feel like I'm James Bond
Lotta blues on me I got me a name now
Brown skinned, but your blue eyes tell me your mama can't run
Sneak (dissin')
Sneak me through the back window, I'm a good field nigga
I made a flower
all on ur cheeks when u
Realize that I’ll never change
Can’t fathom why u be right
Back on the second day
Orgasm feel like Etta james on ketamine
Outta
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you
DON'T THINK I DON'T LOVE YOU
(Dallas Frazier)
« © '66 Blue Crest Music »
Your old cheatin' heart has finally caught you
A thousand times I told
blues
Jeremy's antique
The hamster just squeaks
James is such a geek and I really want to know who the stig is
(Sofa)
(Hyundai)
(Administration)
Who is
Bring me my boots and shoes
You can hang back or fight your best on the frontline
Sing a little bit of these workingman's blues
Well, I'm sailin'
hairs turning white
My necks always been red
My collars still blue
We've always been here
Just trying to sing a truth to you
Guess you could say
Oh, hello
And welcome to "Story Time" with James Bunyan
I am your host, James Bunyan
Today, I will be reading an excerpt from "The Mighty Enduring
Money talks
But it don't sing and dance and it don't walk
And long as I can have you here with me
I'd much rather be forever in blue jeans
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