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Kinky Friedman lyrics - From One Good American To Another

Pretty Boy Floyd

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(Woody Guthrie) Gather round me children, a story I will tell About Pretty Boy Floyd, the outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well. ‘Twas in the town of Shawnee on a Saturday afternoon With his wife beside him in a wagon it was into town they rode. Well, a deputy sheriff called him in a manner rather rude Using vulgar words of language and his wife she overheard. Well, Pretty Boy grabbed a log chain, the deputy grabbed his gun And in the fight that followed, he laid that deputy down. He took to the woods and timbers, he lived a life of shame, Every crime in Oklahoma they laid on to his name. He took to the river boaters long the North Canadian river shore And many a starving farmer he opened up his door. They tell about a stranger, the same story goes How Pretty Boy paid their mortgage and he saved their little home. Others tell about a stranger who came to beg a meal And underneath his napkin, he left a thousand dollar bill. Into Oklahoma City, it was on a Christmas day Come a whole wagonload full of groceries and a note on which did say: “You say that I'm an outlaw, you say that I'm a thief, Well, here's a Christmas dinner for your families on relief.” Through this world I've rambled, I've seen many funny men, Some will rob you with a six-gun and some with a fountain pen. But as through your lives you travel, boys, as through your lives you roam You won't never see no outlaw drive a family from their home.

Got It Bad

KEITH URBAN "1991"
(Keith Urban and H Field) I hit the highway and I checked the time I see the sunrise and it makes me wanna change my mind Oh I got it bad I stopped for a coffee in a nowhere town A pretty waitress says Hey what's the frown Boy you got it bad Well so many times you told me before If you don't like it, well there's the door This time I've gone for good and I got it bad CHORUS I got it badder than a broken heart Badder then the devil's smile And I can't face bein' apart I guess I'll have to leave but meanwhile Oohh I got it bad Moonlight on the water still looks the same Pretty girl beside me but I don't know her name Guess I got it bad I'm too weak to say no, too lonely to care I'll believe her if she says hey baby I got to love to spare Well tomorrow I'll take it like a man Tonight I'm taking all I can This time I went for good and I got it bad CHORUS x 3

Love Henry

BOB DYLAN "World Gone Wrong You"
'Get down, get down Love Henry,' she cried 'And stay all night with me I have gold chains, and the finest I have I'll apply them all to thee.' 'I can't get down and I shan't get down Or stay all night with thee Some pretty little girl in Cornersville I love far better than thee.' He layed his head on a pillow of down Kisses she gave him three With a penny knife that she held in her hand She murdered mortal he. 'Get well, get well Love Henry,' she cried 'Get well, get well,' said she 'Oh don't you see my own heart's blood Come flowin' down so free ' She took him by his long yellow hair And also by his feet She plunged him into well water, where It runs both cold and deep. 'Lie there, lie there, Love Henry,' she cried ''Til the flesh rots off your bones Some pretty little girl in Cornersville Will mourn for your return.' 'Hush up, hush up, my parrot,' she cried 'Don't tell no news on me Or these costly beads around my neck I'll apply them all to thee.' 'Fly down, fly down pretty bird,' she cried 'And light on my right knee The doors to your cage shall be decked with gold And hung on a willow tree.' 'I won't fly down, I can't fly down And light on your right knee A girl who would murder her own true love Would kill a little bird like me.'

Klap Your Hands

Das EFX "Dead Serious"
Verse One: Dray Well uhh, ???? is macaroni and cheese Before I start, I gots ta umm fart, no I gots ta uhh sneeze not, I gotcha trippin, yippity-doo-da-day Shucks, I'm makin bucks so umm hip-hip-hooray and then some Cos I'm a powsy wowsy ace boom coon so shout Wa-bap-a-loo-ba-bawa-bam-boom! Drayx up for sure dang, now that I'm flexed My a-EFX'll quote, when the bridge fell down and I'ma good ship with the lollipop Left town so yiggity-yack, you booga-loo black Oki doki, oopsy Daisy, cos I'm Krayzie like that But it's the cat got snuffed, or Mr.Red and his crew so roll a spliff and rub-a-dub and then ya make beef stew Troop, I got the hoolahoop, baby woop, dooby-doo Lassie boy, you made a mess, now go and get the pooper scoop Oops, I wibble-wobble-wobble-wee while I make but hocus-pocus and yippy-yi-yo, yay for Dray and...... Hook: Klap your hands now (x3) Verse Two: Skoob Bon voyage, look out below cos umm I got my socks on, the popcorn, the Hubba Bubba, yep gum Skippity bum, you think I don't know the time Well it's half-past a cow's ass and I'm a real bad ass Yeah, shitty-bang-boom-bang, yo who rang? Abra-cadabra, jimminy crickets, set the wrists to my slang I got the knights all sniffin, sneezing, yes Stuffy-head, called for ???? and fever, sow you to rest Tight rhymes, ???? catch the fever for the flavor of a spliff or a Uzi, be careful who you choose, could choose a Marvin, choose a ship Lickity split, cos flippity-lips can sink ships And yo, a sandwich isn't a snadwich without the miracle whip in the morning, yawning as I stand for group check To back up, I slap up, r-r-rut put you're boo deck Yep, so what the heck, you gives rhymes like a cheque Because the A is for apple, the J is for 'ja back to book bets' and then S-K-double O-Be on *?mansel?* So if ya happy and ya know it, klap your hands Hook (x3) Verse Three: Dray Well uhh, woopty doody, abba doozy, it's time I'm on the yabber dabber, scribber scrabber, shimmy sham flam So, heavens-to-Betsy, golly wolly, gee whiz My lickity split got splat, the diddly squat was hot Oh yeah, dapper doodly do, you don't know Mr. Magoo? You heard I'm loco, well yo, I'm despicable too So umm, hi ho Silver and away we go The Lone Ranger got pissed and shot Tonto in his toes, so holy toledo, cowabunga, what gives I heard you shot my borough til *?blow at twins?* The name farmer's up in me, need no give me no more cos that soul lock ya stands, I can't stands no more So zippity doo, da day, woops I gots stuff See I'm sneaky freaky peaky plus I'm chock full of nuts But yo I am enjoyed for the clamp in his chest So hey, how much wood could a woodchuck chuck? If a woodchuck could chuck, fuck you know the rest So seizin it, seizin it, seizin it I shall Cos it's the Krayzie Drayzie wit the Books, that's my pal and...... Hook (x3) Verse Four: Skoob A diggity-cap, my slipp'ry style is ???? ???? I got the mics, the back pop, crackle and snap and all that, me and a gang of PING PING bang zoomer To freak ya outcha sneakers and knock your granny outta roomers Yo some say I'm Brooklyn bomber, some say Brooklyn boop but don't consider me as no follower, no runner or no poop But just rock, a by, rock, a by booboo Let your fingers do the walkin, hey I'm talkin, yoohoo Can ya, can ya hear me? Checka, checka 1-2 Aiyo, sit Booboo sit, shit cos I'm the one who kick a rhyme in singular, so son, you're used to it Cos Poof the Magic Dragon, I'll kick a rhyme in duplicate or triplicate, can't forget my boogaloo big jaw Umm, listen everyone as I kick the jigsaw M-I-crooked letter, crooked letter, I crooked letter, crooked letter, I hump back hump back, I, you can't touch I cos I's gots dem and dem is bound to make ya...... Hook to fade

Snapshot Memories

JUST JACK "The Outer Marker"
[Part I] Well I'm a secret lemonade drinker a free thinker I stay focused but not blinkered And these snapshot memories in my mind Legacies from another time And I find That as the days pass the colours fade But the images remain [Part II] Grazed knees, page three's BMX, Atari's Dayglo, Velcro Yoyo's, Beano's Hip hop, don't stop Starwars figures, football stickers Cola bottles, Jerry Cottles Fat laces, dirty faces Kiss chases, Wacky Races Herbie Hancock, Kurtis Blow Roxanne Shanté, UFO Hip hop Don't stop [Part III] Everything's in slow motion Hands in the air Sweat flying everywhere But we don't care Well you could try to fight the feeling But I can't see the use There's so much love in this room And yes its all drug induced Can't remember who I am Or what I'm doing here But at the same time In my mind Everything is clear No fear and no drama It's all good karma And I never can forget The night before the morning after [CHORUS] Sun up to sun down Come up to come down Just waiting for Friday to come around Sun rise to sun set How high can we get Monday morning and none of us have slept yet Well there's more to life than this Of that I'm fully aware But there's nothing more intense Than crazy nights we shared We got bass for the body Chemicals for the head Every day lives Were like a skin we shed Well you could try to fight the feeling But I can't see the use There's so much love in this room Of that we're living proof You could try to fight the feeling But I can't see the use It's a shame that in the end It was all drug induced [CHORUS x2] [Part IV] Even as I watch you All the rest seems to disappear You pull me in with your tractor beams And wrap me up in your wicked schemes My Sunday morning eyes observe Your Cadbury's skin uncurve And in tronic patterned Venetian light You moonwalk to the bathroom Well you move across my space without friction You're so unbelievable you must be fiction Or perhaps a premonition But as I listen I hear your footfall softly And all my troubles fall away from me So easily But so slowly [Part V] All these memories in my mind I'm still a secret lemonade drinker

A Boy Named Sue

Cash Johnny "Sings His 20 Best"
Well, my daddy left home when I was three, and he didn't leave much to ma and me, Just this ole guitar and an empty bottle of booze. Now I don't blame him 'cause he run and hid, But the meanest thing that he ever did, Was before he left he went and named me Sue. Well, he musta thought that it was quite a joke, An' it got a lot of laughs from lots a folks, Seems I had to fight my whole life through. Some gal would giggle and I'd get red, And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head, I'll tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named Sue. I grew up quick and I grew up mean, My fist got hard and my wits got keen, I roamed from town to town to hid my shame. But I made me a vow to the moon and stars, I'd search the honky-tonks and bars, And kill that man that gave me that awful name. Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July, and i'd just hit town and my throat was dry, thought I'd stop and have myself a brew. In and old saloon on a street of mud, There at a table dealin' stud, Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me Sue. Well I knew that snake was my own sweet dad, from a worn out picture that my mother had, and I knew that scar on his cheek his evil eye. He was big and bent and grey and old, And I looked at him and my blood ran cold, and I said, My name is Sue! how do you do! Now you gonna die! Yeah that's what I told him. Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes, And he went down but to my surprise, Come up with a knife a cut off a piece o' my ear. I busted a chair right across his teeth, And we crashed through the wall and into the street, Kickin' and a gougin' in the the mud and the blood and the beer. I tell you I've fought tougher men, but I really can't remember when, he kicked like a mule and bit like a crocodile. Well I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss, He went for his gun but I pulled mine first, He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile. And he said, Son, this world is rough, And if a man's gonna make it he's gotta be tough, And I know I wouldn't be there to help you along. So I gave that name and I said goodbye, I knew you'd have to get tough or die, And it's that name that helped to make you strong. Now you just fought one hell of a fight, And I know you hate me and ya got the right, To kill me now and I wouldn't blame you if you do. But you oughtta thank me before I die, For the gravel in your gut and the spit in your eye, 'Cause I'm the son of a bitch that named you Sue. yeah, what could I do, what COULD I do? Well I got a choked up and threw down my gun, Called him a pa and he called me a son, And I come away with a different point of view. I think about him now and then, Every time I try and every time I win, And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him, Bill or George anything but Sue! I still hate that name!

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