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4. | Bayou Lena |
5. | Old Neighborhood |
6. | Bust It Big |
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8. | I Wish |
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Thought sausage fallen through your head
Bits and pieces hanging in the shed
Churnin' out links on the other side
Cut 'em up again and stir it in the sauce, stir it in the sauce
Mama's gumbo, silky fine
Papa's birthday, takin' up time
Tight little secret from my mama's side,
Use a little secret and stir it in the sauce, stir it in the sauce, stir it
Mama said "back out the kitchen 'til I'm good and ready
Stuff ain't ready yet!"
Mama's gumbo, bubblin' time,
Aw, little baby, sittin' to the side
Matter of the spatter just makin' him cry
Swipe a little drop of it and stir it in the sauce, stir it in the sauce
Lyrics
Thought sausage smokin' in the shed
Tickle in the kitchen just losin' that head
Laughin' out loud at supper time
One more taste and stir it in the sauce, stir it in the sauce, stir it
Mama said "get out the kitchen, daddy, 'til I'm good and ready
This stuff ain't ready yet!"
Mama said "get out the kitchen, daddy, 'til I'm good and ready
Just come and get it!"
Mama said "come on in this kitchen, daddy, 'cause I'm good and ready
Come on and get it!"
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Drivin' in the walkin' rain
Let's go, let's go
Stream down my windowpane
Thru the fields, where does all the water go?
Stirring in my sleeping bag
There I stew
Holdin' tight the teddy bear
Dreamin' about you
Feels like Mississippi
Billy Parker on his high tractor
Workin' the dirt all day
The sun and the moon, they're trading places
Better never put that plow away
Yeah, momma was stickin' to her story
Happened wars ago
But Billy walkin' funny now
'Cause he got shot by that local so and so
Lyrics
Feels like Mississippi
Feels like Mississippi
Belly on up boys to your favorite back
If you learn how to paint
She might never, never come back
Guitars can talk on just one string
Lord beat that drum boy, boy, boy, boy
With a turkey leg
Goin' back to Mississippi
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Well, my friends
Feel it's their appointed duty
They try to tell me
You're only tryin' to use me
My, my answer, baby
To all that use me stuff
Said I want to spread the news
That if it feels this good getting used
You just keep on using me
You use me up, until you use me up
An' now my brother
He sat me right down and he talked to me
He said I'm not lettin' me
Lettin' you just walk all over me
I'm sure he meant well
When our talk was through
I said brother if you only knew
You wanna be in my shoes
You just keep on using me, baby
Until you use me up
Until you use me up
No, it's true you really do abuse me
Get me in front of your high class friends
Then you walk all over me
But baby, baby, baby
When you love me I can't get enough
Lord, if you only knew
You wanna be in my shoes
You just keep on using me
Lord, until you use me up
Until you use me up
Bud use me up, use me up
Yeah, yeah, yeah
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Arleen was a G what a G
Arleen was a G what a G
Arleen was a G what a G
Arleen was a G what a G
Life was a thing that money could buy
Rich would live and the poor would die
Life was thing that money could buy
Rich would live and the poor would die
Arleen was a dream what a G
Arleen was a dream what a G
Arleen was a dream what a G
Arleen was a dream what a G
Arleen was a dream
What a G what a G
Lean sideway
Woke up in the morning about 10:13
Six pack of stout a stick of sensi
Woke up this morning what do I see
LyricsNo no no, it's not like it, like it
Arleen was a dream what a G
Arleen was a dream what a G
Arleen was a dream what a G
Arleen was a dream what a G
{PANIC!}
Why does a rich man drink champagne?
Drink half a beer feel all the same
Life was a thing that money could buy
Rich would live and the poor would die
El Nino!
Electricity out, mine's out
Cat's been out for days
Hear it hollering on the trees over the sky
Lord Lord Lord Lord!
Can't stand it, no
Can't stand it, no
No no no I can't stand it, no
No no no I can't stand it, no
Life was a thing that money could buy
Rich would live and the poor would die
Why does a rich man drink champagne
Drink half a beer feel all the same
Woke up this morning
Woke up this morning about 10:13
Six pack of stout a stick of sensi
Go in the kitchen what do I see
No electricity
No TV
No Andy
I got my uncle (???)
Watch a whole hour of goodness and old time black and white
Loving that Barney boy
Lord!
Can't stand it, no
No no no I can't stand it, no
No no no I can't stand it, no
No no no I can't stand it, no
Arleen was a dream what a G
Arleen was a dream what a G
Arleen was a dream what a G
Arleen was a dream what a G
Arleen was a dream what a G
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Rebirtha strolling 'cross the street
Juggling keys to a small red car
Butterflies and bombs fly close
Like she's some Disney movie star
Sipping hopes and lonlies
Since the big leagues left us dry
Birtha, Rebirtha sing a sad song
Soothe these troubled times
First time
It's not the first time
Last time
No, I know I seen your place before
Maybe in a past life
Or maybe it was just last night
I don't know
Birtha never sang too well
But her stereo shook glass
Leather gripped our bodies
LyricsAs her toes curled around the gas
Shaking loose out of Kansas
First twenty minutes in black-and-white
Birtha, Rebirtha, talk to me, take to me
Ease these troubled times
Won't ever talk too much
She had those television eyes
My gaze never strayed too much
Too much past those eyes
She said, "I know a town where real life's a game
Baseball's all that's real
At night all the faces light up
As the players take the field"
First time
It's not the first time
Last time
No, I know I seen your place before
Maybe in a past time
Maybe it was just last night
Don't just know
Rebirtha strolling across the street
Juggling keys to a small red car
Butterflies and bums fly close
Like she's some Disney movie star
Sippin' hopes and lonlies
Since the big leagues left us dry
Birtha, Rebirtha, sweet-talk talk 'em
Soothe these troubled times
Birtha never ever talked too much
Had those television eyes
Said, "We act like what we watch
Like what we act out most the time"
"Gonna take you to a town
Where real life's a game
Baseball is really real
At night all the spirits lighten up
As the heroes take the hill"
First time
It's not the first time
No, I know I seen your place before
Maybe in a past time
Maybe it was just last night
I don't know
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