JOHN DENVER lyrics - Voice Of America

Thank God I A Country Boy

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Well life on the farm is kinda laid back Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack It's early to rise, early in the sack Thank God I'm a country boy Well a simple kinda life never did me no harm A raisin' me a family and workin' on a farm My days are all filled with an easy country charm Thank God I'm a country boy Well I got me a fine wife I got me ole fiddle When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle Life ain't nothin' but a funy funny riddle Thank God I'm a country boy When the work's all done and the sun's settlin' low I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low Thank God I'm a country boy I'd play “Sally Goodin'” all day if I could But the Lord and my wife wouldn't take it very good So I fiddle when I can, work when I should Thank God I'm a country boy Well I got me a fine wife I got me ole fiddle When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle Life ain't nothin' but a funy funny riddle Thank God I'm a country boy Well I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds and jewels I never was one of them money hungry fools Iid rather have my fiddle and my farmin' tools Thank God I'm a country boy Yeah, city folk drivin' in a black limousine A lotta sad people thinkin' that's mighty keen Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean Thank God I'm a country boy Well I got me a fine wife I got me ole fiddle When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle Life ain't nothin' but a funy funny riddle Thank God I'm a country boy Well, my fiddle was my daddy's till the day he died And he took me by the hand and held me close to his side Said, “Live a good life and play the fiddle with pride And thank God you're a country boy My daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle Taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle Taught me how to love and how to give just a little Thank God I'm a country boy Well I got me a fine wife I got me a fiddle When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle Life ain't nothin' but a funy funny riddle Thank God I'm a country boy

Ma Ma Ma

JOE BUDDEN "Joe Budden"
[112 + (Joe)] 112! (Jump off!) Aww yeah (Uhh, y'know) [Verse One: Joe Budden] You wanna get right, boo, headlights, blue Don't no other mami give me head like you I get you in the club, sit right in the Rover y Now you ain't gotta pretend like you like the promoter We could lamp in the 5 with my hand on yo' thigh You goin to sleep thinkin that this can't be life Don't mistake my talkin modest Still put you in the wide bedroom with the walk-in closet Bay, riverboats, if you wanna see water Full length minks, get rid of that three-quarter Ex-man never had you feelin that fly Flat screens in the room with the ceiling that high When them other cats call you, you can turn your phone off New school your neck, take that herringbone off Stretch 'Vee playin Manhattan System old school, play 'em and had 'em We makin it happen, oh yeah [Chorus: 112] Turn this off for a minute We can do freaky things if you widdit We can be me and you, I know you feel it You can say, "La la-la la, la la la la" All you want, you can get it You can have all my time, let's spend it The way you do your thing, I can't forget it Got me screamin, "Ma ma-ma ma, ma ma ma ma" [Verse Two: Joe Budden] Look, I need a wife too, feed her ice, blue Got birds on the side, I don't treat 'em like you I don't let 'em play with the wheel and when the check come They already know they gotta pay for they meals Say I'm, comin at you with lines, think they lies Just because I don't match your compatible sign I'ma let the world see, other boos can't relate Let you walk in front, make the other dudes hate When I put it on you, you throw it right back (ha ha) Who else you know gon' poke it like that? And ma I'm gon' show you like that, you be hollerin "La la-la la, la la la la" - oh yeah, look Private party, it's just me, you and the new India.Arie, you won't be sorry Scoop it, we can do the all from Harley Y'all ask me hardly nah, I'm up to par [Chorus] [Verse Three: Joe Budden] Look forget my miss, no let's remind miss And I never let a clown disrespect my miss I need dat in my life, a G might cry But you the only one that ever get to see that side Look, my lady fresh, we ain't gotta rush We can take baby steps, that may be the best Hate to repeat myself, I know I already told you But mom's sayin what's good I'm tryin to know you If you been for lookin for the right one, well here he is Ready to take things a little mo' serious Ain't nervous no more, you heard it all before Are you a Fifth Ave miss, but you workin that velour? Stop, I'm tired of trickin, I'm tired of pigeons Need a house with acres to put my wife and kids in Chefs are good when they gettin right in the kitchen Babygirl that's the life we'd be livin, overstand somethin [Interlude: 112] Baby let me be with you more, hold you more Let me get the chance, I can show you more Let me get to know you more, I'll be screamin out "La la-la la, la la la la" If I could, wife you out, ride this out You're the only one I wouldn't ride without I could show you what this life's about I be screamin out, "Ma ma-ma ma, ma ma ma ma" [Chorus - repeat 2X w/ Joe Budden ad libs] [Joe Budden] This is the type of shit right here, listen You gotta go to the car wash on this one Hehe, you can't ride around dirty and dusty and shit If it just went yesterday, when you wake up Take it to the car wash Don't just get the exterior joint neither We need the-the-the works, the thirty dollar joint And we need to get the little tree to put up in the rearview So it's smellin nice and SEXY like when they get inside Ha ha! Ayy..

Passapatanzy

Keller Williams
Drivin' on down 2-19 Not a Blue light to be seen I'm a comin' up on seven oh (7-0) Down six hundred (600) I do go I'm a crusing along with the radio on and my hands upon the wheel as I race I can almost taste life in me traliers, logs, horses, dogs for you to see It's a day in the life IN PASSAPATANZY I've got enough wood to last a week the ol' piles are pretty neat well to pick a load at half a ? any more we'd need help from ? there's pleanty of kindlin to lay out in the yard and if I run out of newpaper we can use an old deck of cards take this whole section off a rotten old down tree sweatin in the free IN PASSAPATANZY Well now she was in heat and we can't compete with her boyfriends the nights were fun she sleeps in the sun she don't want to be let in that silly mut she's givin it up there ain't no need to fuss she brings at her home everynight that K9 eats better than us My love makes you feel so tall watch out for the ceiling fan will catch you in your jaw my wicker chair will rock you right to sleep even if you dangle your feet my watch will bang a tribal beat so we can tap our along appliances can make music to but can not write no song won't you please take my hand dance around with me It's a day in the life IN PASSAPATANZY

Pretty Boy Floyd

JOAN BAEZ "Joan Baez In Concert"
Well gather round children, a story I will tell About pretty boy floyd the outlaw, oklahoma knew him well Was in the town of shawnee on a saturday afternoon His wife beside him in a wagon as into town they rode And along come a deputy sheriff in a manner rather rude Using vulgar words of language and his wife she overheard And pretty boy floyd grabbed a long chain, and the deputy grabbed a gun And in the fight that followed, he laid that deputy down Then he ran through the trees and bushes and lived a life of shame Every crime in oklahoma was added to his name He ran through trees and bushes on the canadian river shore And many a starving farmer opened up his door It was in oklahoma city, it was on a christmas day A whole carload of groceries and a letter that did say Well you say that I'm an outlaw, you say that I'm a thief Well, here's a christmas dinner for the families on relief As through this life you travel, you meet some funny men Some rob you with a six-gun, some with a fountain pen As through this life you ramble, as through this life you roam You'll never see an outlaw take a family from their home

Come To The Well

Gino Vannelli "Yonder Tree"
Come to the well she said Come eat my bread Come drink the water of life Enter my valley deep Let the angels weep Rejoice and touch the good earth tonight And there was gingham and silk Sage, honey and milk Sweetmeats, spirits and wine She bathed us in sweet balms of rose Lit candles of clove And lay her glisting body on mine We stayed locked in love In leaves of green and gold She touched, I trembled, we kissed I poured the contents of my aching heart and soul Soon she woke up with the sun Filled with seeds of worlds to come Come to the well she said Come and eat my bread Come and drink the water of life

Spanish Pipedream (Blow Up Your TV)

JOHN PRINE "John Prine"
She was a level-headed dancer on the road to alcohol And I was just a soldier on my way to Montreal Well she pressed her chest against me About the time the juke box broke Yeah, she gave me a peck on the back of the neck And these are the words she spoke [Chorus:] Blow up your TV throw away your paper Go to the country, build you a home Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches Try an find Jesus on your own Well, I sat there at the table and I acted real naive For I knew that topless lady had something up her sleeve Well, she danced around the bar room and she did the hoochy-coo Yeah she sang her song all night long, tellin' me what to do [Chorus] Well, I was young and hungry and about to leave that place When just as I was leavin', well she looked me in the face I said "You must know the answer." "She said, "No but I'll give it a try." And to this very day we've been livin' our way And here is the reason why We blew up our TV threw away our paper Went to the country, built us a home Had a lot of children, fed 'em on peaches They all found Jesus on their own

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