it in the end, You're gonna get it in the end. The old folks are losers, they can't work computers The old folks are losers, they can't work computers The old folks
Some folks love to see red some folks never talk about it Some folks crave a blue lady some folks know and still they doubt it I'm just no good without
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Lying in the long long grass Blossom on the trees Springtime's slipping away my love Yeah springtime's slipping away When it comes around again It will
Who will remember the hidden folk? -Who will bear the crown of oak and bone? Borne on the wind their tale lives on.... Who will remember the hidden folk
aight then my folk you say it, aight then my folk [x4] aight then my folk [x6] [Baby D] If you riding caddies and you bouncing on deem spoilers, aight then my folk
Can I get my glass of tea? Mmm, nothing like it! At this time I would like very much to do a Folksong. Since Folksongs, I think are still popular today
(Benson/Falkner) Like a folk singer's song I'm moving on And I'm not the kind of man that acts very strong When the girls are looking on When the
(Benson) This is the sound of the world's smallest violin I've seen worse than the worst trouble you've been in You're the greatest sufferer that
(Benson) You'll be sorry the next time you see me You'll eat your hat I promise you that I'll say I told you so and you'll bow your head I'll feel
If you miss the train I'm on You will know that I am gone You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles A hundred miles, a hundred miles A hundred
I looked over Jordan And what did I see, Comin' for to carry me home A band of angels Comin' after me Comin' for to carry me home. Swing low, sweet
Out in the west Texan town of El Paso I fell in love with a Mexican girl Nighttime would find me in Rosa's Cantina Music would play and Feleena would
When I asked your mother for you She told me you were too young Now I wish I had never even seen your face Or heard your lying tongue So Saturday night
(Spoken) This is a story about a hip frog. And we're gonna pick up on it now and He's on his way out to do some shuckin' and jivin'. You'll be able
Down the way where the nights are gay And the sun shines daily on the mountain top I took a trip on a sailing ship And when I reach Jamaica I made a
On top of old Smokey All covered with snow I lost my true lover For a courting to slow. Yes courting's a pleasure And parting is grief And a false hearted
