try to get away, he says, he got plans for me "Get your butt right out of bed" Stop buggin' me "Get up and move your sleepy head" Don't shake my tree
There's a lobby with nine hundred windows There's a tree where the doves go to die There's a piece that was torn from the morning And it hangs in theGallery
attention to all other needs We've all got our methods of survival These are mine Shoo away the annoying dandelion seeds Chase a katzenjammer violin up a tree
There's a lobby with nine hundred windows There's a tree where the doves go to die There's a piece that was torn from the morning And it hangs in the
down my old violin And play it all you please For at this time tomorrow, boys It'll be of no use to me Hang your head, Tom Dooley Hang your head and
upon the spot for the starving of me! Till up grow a fine young cherry tree Well when the bough breaks, what'll you make for me? A little willow cabin
From the meak to the might As the birds in the trees Sing their sweet melodies Don't think you're the first In the whole universe To hear a thousand violins
's a lobby with nine hundred windows There's a tree where the doves go to die There's a piece that was torn from the morning And it hangs in the Gallery
says He get plans for me Get your butt right out of bed - Stop buggin' me Get up and move your sleepy head - Don't shake my tree. He said Mow the
my old violin And play it all you please. For at this time tomorrow, boys, Iit'll be of no use to me." Hang your head, Tom Dooley, Hang your head and
Malachis of York and stem cells And won't hesitate to let the trigger blow Cause all of my seeds just make a bigger flow I like the timing, repent for
to the might As the birds in the trees Sing their sweet melodies Don't think you're the first In the whole universe To hear a thousand violins
he says He get plans for me Get your butt right out of bed - Stop buggin' me Get up and move your sleepy head - Don't shake my tree. He said Mow