I'm walking down the street I see a dime I pick it up I'm watching vendor's there I drop it in his monkey's cup I'm just a country boy the city don't
Go to sleep, go to sleep Go to sleep little baby When you wake, right away On the pretty little horses Black and bay Sorrel and gray Whole heap of little
Garbage fires, worn out tires Dull jackknives, broken lives Starts and stops at old pawn shops Boys first fish, drunkards wish Thoughts of war behind
Down at an English fair, one evening I was there When I heard a showman shouting underneath the flair I?ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts There they
[Cappadonna] Let us milk this cow, the best way we know how Park Hill projects, chicka-POW One culture, return of the track slasher Double doser, Cappadonna
Don't you think it's funny that nothing's what it seems When you're not looking forward? Me, I'd like to think that life is like a drink And I'm hoping
Is it true? It's enough for you Is it true? Or as before Is it true? You still need more Is it true? No marks are left Is it true? Upon the snow Is it
Find my baby Gonna find her now She looks like Patti Smith Surfin' cow Surf's up dude Surf's up dude Find my baby Gonna find her now Gonna drag her
(Home home on the range) Oh give me a home where the buffalo roam Where the deer and the antelope play Where seldom is heard a discouraging word And
Out in the land where the men are tough as cactus, Out in the land where the wild, wild west was won, Out in the land of the desperado, If yer as soft
Out in the land where the heroes meet their makers, Out in the land where the hale and hardy fall, Out where the fearless get the shudders, Justice is
I'm giving up on you 'cause of all the thing you do you wear your hair up in a spike always do things that I don't like like the time you slashed my
Countin' the cows every day By: jimmy buffett 1975 Oh I'm just a cowboy, an old hired hand Never seen nothin' majestic or grand I just received a great
Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam Where the deer and the antelope play Where seldom is heard a discouraging word And the skies are not cloudy
October eighteen seventy one that's when this great big fire begun The Windy City was a ball of flame and O'Leary's cow was the one to blame The fire
Twas on a bright morning in summer When I first heard his voice speakin' low As he said to a colleen beside him "Who's that pretty girl milking her cow
BAT BOY: I'm sorry, friend, I have to. I know, I know, it's rude I shouldn't work my problems out with food. I'm sorry pal, I've got to. It's either
Note: hyphen = unsung words Hi-hi Hi-hi-hi-i Hi-hi-hi-i Hi-hi-hi-hi-i Got to lay down and die If you should see my heifer Will you please, please,