It's against the law to walk, and against the law to talk Against the law to loaf, against the law to work Against the law to read, against the law to
I'm gonna tell all you fascists, you may be surprised People all over this world are getting organized You're bound to lose You fascists are bound to
Black wind blowing in the cotton field, honey There's a black wind blowing in the cotton field, baby There's a black wind blowing in the cotton field
The birds are singing In your eyes today Sweet flowers blossom in your smile The wind and sun Are in the words you say Where might your lonesome lover
There's an airline plane Flies to heaven everyday Past the pearly gates If you want to ride this train Have your ticket in your hand Before it is too
At my window, sad and lonely Oft times do I think of thee Sad and lonely and I wonder Do you ever think of me Every day is sad and lonely And every
I'd like to rest my heavy head tonight On a bed of California stars I'd like to lay my weary bones tonight On a bed of California stars I'd love to
Let's have Christ our President Let us have him for our king Cast your vote for the Carpenter That they call the Nazarene The only way We could ever
Are your garments all spotless? Are they white as the snow? Are you washed in the blood of the lamb? Is your soul all spotless? Is it clean as the snow
Eisler on the go Eisler on the move Brother is on the vinegar truck And I don't know what I'll do Don't know what I'll do I don't know what I'll do
If you beat up, you butcher, and you bleed a man You bang up and badger and blood-let a man And then I come along On the feet of man And halfway laugh
Sometimes I think I'm gonna lose my mind But it don't look like I ever do I've loved so many people everywhere I went Some too much, and others not enough
For your sparkling cocky smile I've walked a million miles Begging you to come and wed me in the spring Why do you my dear delay What makes you laugh
Hoodoo voodoo, seven twenty one two Haystacka hostacka, ABC High poker, low joker, ninety-nine-a-zero Sidewalk, streetcar, dance a goofy dance Blackbirdy
I guess I planted some long lonesome seed of a song Way down inside me long ago And now I can't remember when it was But it joined up with the rest of
I was born at half past twelve, almost one in the morning I was born at half past one, almost two in the morning Now my birthday comes again and I don
Ingrid Bergman, Ingrid Bergman Let's go make a picture On the island of Stromboli Ingrid Bergman Ingrid Bergman, you're so perty You'd make any mountain
Joe DiMaggio's done it again Joe DiMaggio's done it again Clackin' that bat, gone with the wind Joe DiMaggio's done it again Some folks thought Big
