cook it all up on the grill Fix some beans and corn bread, everybody's gonna get their fill Then we'll grab all the guitars, greasy hands and all Someone'll count off a shuffle, and man
SON OF THE SOUTH Writer Bill Anderson I was born eatin' gravy and black-eyed peas Cracklin' bread and turnip greens Washin' 'em down with a big I'm a
, get your suitcase There is no time to waste, a big adventure awaits Sad news, France suffered a late snow The blooms break through the ice in San Francisco A guitar man
head niggas tryin' to pop our ballon, but I ain't trippin' I gone pop it though see it then breaded shrimp ordered the fardeau that you can get bread
you want to be happy, let me tell you how to do it You get up in the morning and you get right to it You bring home the bacon and you make a little bread
. Well they used to sit and speculated upon their son's career A lawyer or a docter or a civil engineer Just give me bread and water, put a guitar in
school, actin' like a jerk Ain't got no money, ain't got no work Scratchin' 'round for beaver, scratchin' 'round for bread No friends, no connections, man
He was a rich man, he was a sod INCOME TAX THIEF KNOWN AS KEN DODD Lock him up dump Doddy in the nick A GREEDY PIG WITH A TICKLING STICK Not content
Scunthorpe, looking for a soul to steal In a bind an' way behind he was willin' to make a deal. When he came across this young man pickin' on a guitar
to Scunthorpe, looking for a soul to steal In a bind an' way behind he was willin' to make a deal. He came across this young man pickin' on a guitar,
long way from home Just let's pay the man and go Baloney again The Lord is my Shepherd He leadeth me in pastures green He gave us this day Our daily bread
us harm Is this our pleasure, punishment or crime Is this a mountain that we really want to climb The road is hard, hard and long Put down that two by four This man
band Well, they used to sit and speculate upon their son's career A lawyer or a doctor or a civil engineer Just give me bread and water, put a guitar
to honey to hear that sound All we could afford was bread and mayonnaise Living for the moment when we'd hit that stage I heard the crowd start screamin' Man
white bread boyfriend. (I wanna be your white bread boyfriend.) I wanna be your white bread boyfriend. (I wanna be your white bread boyfriend.) I wanna be your white bread
, Johnny Ryall Donald Trump and Donald Tramp living in the Men's Shelter Wonder Bread bag shoes, and singing Helter Skelter He asks for a dollar, you know what it's for Man
here where there's lotsa love to share And I clap hands and everybody sings dishes cling and banjo rings There's gravy on these guitar strings but I don