Mister, you?re a baseball man, as anyone can plainly see. The straightest game in this great land. Take a little tip from me. I work here nights, parking
Softly we tremble tonight, picture perfect fading smiles are all that's left in site, I said I'd never leave you'll never change I'm not satisfied with
three cool cats three cool cats parked on the corner in a beat up car devouring up a liquor candy bar talking all about how sharp they are these
Don't call me red, don't turn me down, I've got a plan. Richard Neutra is my friend, and he's the man. He's been to school and he can see what's best
more... CHINITO, CHINTO Chinito, chinito, toca la ?malaca? (maraca), chinito. Chinito, chinito, no ?plecupes? (preocupes) mas. Chinito, chinito,
Antes se bailaba swing, Boogie-woogie, jitterbug. Pero esto ya torcio. Y este es lo que sucedio. CORO: Pachucos suaves bailan rumba, Bailan la
Era la medianoche, when oimos the scream. ?Se requieren cien taxis en el almeria de Chavez Ravine.? Un monton de soldados, jovenes y enganados, Llevaron
Tell you 'bout this friend of mine that you don't know He lives way up a road that's lost in time. Don't know his name, or where he's coming from,
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Looking back over my life I can see where I caused you strife But I know, oh yes I know I'd never make that same mistake again Looking back over my deeds
Antes se bailaba swing Boogie-woogie, jitterbug Pero esto ya torcio Y este es lo que sucedio Pachucos suaves bailan rumba Bailan la rumba y le zumba
Chinito, chinito, toca la maraca chinito Chinito, chinito, no preocupes mas Chinito, chinito, me lava la ropa Chinito, chinito, no preocupes mas Cuando
Tell you 'bout a friend of mine that you don't know He lives way up a road that's lost in time Don't know his name or where he's coming from Only thing
Yeah, oh, well, bless my soul Whats wrong with me ? I'm itching like a man on a fuzzy tree The friends say, I'm acting wild as a bug I'm in love, I'm
When I was born they christened me plain Samuel Johnson Brown But I hadn't grown so very big, 'fore some folks in this town Had changed it 'round to, "
(Alfred Reed)/(Traditional) (G) - (C) - (D) (G) When a fellow has the blues and feels discouraged And there's (C) nothing else but trouble all his
(Traditional, arranged by Ry Cooder) Instrumental
I love my baby like a bull dog loves his bone Last night she got crazy, called me up on the phone Said, "Come on over, daddy 'Cause I hates drinkin' alone
