had that attitude Cover me I'm going in, walls closin in got us bustin off these pistols my niggas got issues...again, same song armed with the mega
Antoinette had that attitude Cover me I'm going in, walls closing in Got us bustin' off these pistols My niggas got issues, again, same song Armed with
It really doesn't matter, we can all get down And do what we like, yeah, and do what we like From a pink-skinned yankee, to a blue black southerner Ditch
I still find new ways to recognize shine It's like light gets better with age The way a song sounds better on stage And rhyme books get better with each
Down in Louisiana There's a grand piano playing man He knows that they can't kid him 'Cause he's got hot rhythm in his hand The blues that he'll compose
than other days Mondays through Saturdays Sundays we danced like there's no tomorrow Duke (Ellington) played piano in Storyville We sang the Blues round
Down the beckonin' streets of opportunity And a whistling his favorite river song And a bad blind nigger at the piano Puts a sinister blue lilt into
the end of the original record is heard this cute exchange: Ernie: Okay, you can turn it over now. Herry: Sure thing, Ernie. (sound of piano crashing) Ernie: Herry! Not the piano
, so sad Like 'Faded love' or 'Born to lose' 'Cause it's sad, when a love song sings the blues Ah haa And it's sad, when a love song sings the blues Ah
Written by Kevin Bacon "It was fun writing a song for piano, but writing it on a guitar. Since I can't play piano, it was a thrill to hear Irwin bang
King Tee's drunk again, yo, check this out, aww shit, aw shit I wanna dedicate this song to all them motherfuckers out there That, that, that perpentratin
answering machine please leave a message/ I'm glad ya called I listen for a voice /but there's nothin' at all Man oh Man I gotta kick the blues and
out for God Turnin' back, she just laughs The boulevard is not that bad Piano man, he makes his stand In the auditorium Lookin' on, she sings the songs
his grave Yellow the flower that over him wave [ piano ] Black was the robe on the old judge that day White was my face when he said you must pay Blue
I was made in England, out of Cadillac muscle I had a quit-me father, had a love-me mother I had little Richard and that black piano Oh that sweet Georgia
out for God Turnin' back she just laughs The Boulevard is not that bad Piano man, he makes his stand In the auditorium Lookin' on, she sings a song
man don't never study A-you will never have no blues If a man wouldn't study You would never have no blues But you get to thinkin' way back The way your
