Zip-a-dee-doo-dah Zip-a-dee-ay My, oh my, what a wonderful day Plenty of sunshine Heading my way Zip-a-dee-doo-dah Zip-a-dee-ay Zip-a-dee-ay Zip-a-dee
Them that's got shall get Them that's not shall lose So the Bible says And it still is news Your mama may have Your papa may have But God bless
Well, now oh Mary Ann, you know you sure look fine Let me carry your books home, baby, let me walk you down the line I said, "Oh Mary Ann, you sure do
If I had money, tell you what I'd do I would go downtown, buy a Mercury or two 'Cause I'm crazy 'bout a Mercury Cruise up and down this road Gonna buy
whiskey And she gave me a liquor still Whoa, yeah yeah yeah What can a poor boy do Ain't it hard, ain't it hard When you have to live the blues
it's time to go over to the doctor. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it's true. We have a doctor of philosophy in the band and whenever we, we need the answer
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Oh, if only you would make up your mind Take me where you go, you're leaving me behind Lord, you got those come and go blues Lord, you got those some and go blues
seem really Quite the thing to do, no Think I'll drink up a little more wine To ease my worried mind And walk down on the street And leave my blues
You got me runnin', don't know what to do There won't be much of me when you get through Down on the bottom, nothing left to lose Lord I 'n got 'em, mean woman blues
I can't get no that Can't get no, you know, I don't even know where it's at Ain't got the smoke and uh, ain't no booze Got them low down, dried out desert blues
the blues like midnight Honey won't be long 'fore day Got the blues like midnight Honey won't be long 'fore day Wish that tornado Would blow my blues
faith in you Now you want me to take you back What's a poor man supposed to do? Worried down with the blues Oh, yes I am Worried down with the blues
perfume fills the air People stop and stare, but Blue rose is looking for the moon in someone's eyes Blue rose is willing to believe in someone's lies Now blue
I used to see the night so anxious, but now I know The only thing it ever taught me was a grand illusion That comes and goes, the city blanketed of snow
Erase the facts The shit was flyin' outta the window I painted blue I paint the whole room When it's time to get in trouble We know just what to do
it, were you expecting more? I wanna be a better band I wanna be a better band, oh I wanna be a better band I wanna be a better band, oh And shoot fire
in a blue velvet band We strolled down the street together In my pocket, she placed her small hand She planted the evidence on me The girl in the blue velvet band