in Mobile Alabama At a club they call Big Jack's A little four-piece band was jammin' So, I took my guitar and I sat in I showed 'em what a band would
A3 Vocals: The Very Rev. Dr. D. Wayne Love (Jake Black) First Minister of The Church of Presleyterian The Divine UK. Larry Love (Robert Spragg) vocals Band
I'm still hanging on Blown by a strong wind But if we fear All that you said to me Is still so very clear So take my hand The players in the band They
can give it a try and just name your price And everybody in this rock and roll band Don't wanna preach don't wanna give advice But the music's playing
it all again Listen to the mandolin rain, listen to the music on the lake Listen to my heart break every time she runs away Listen to the banjo wind
'm chillin', sky's [the limit], I'm a rock 'n' roll star Makin' funky music, hit records are explodin' The free wind is blowin' Higher than the liars
He wears a Harley Jacket and a kiss me smile Through his steel blue eyes I can see for miles He digs big band music and the Rolling Stones But we listen
its place is going to be the wind of thought control Bad guys win folks! You know I don't always play a lot of music on the show, as most of it these
about. In a type of world which no one really talks about. But everybody talks about what no one really talks about. See all the flowers you shitty band
layin' the fattest tracks that you ever knew up up up up and away my super dreams are the wind and sailin' out today and I don't give a damn about the music
this wide country the winter it has now begun Now is the time to slip away from the California sun To a place where a man can be free as the wind As
three... (various non-lyrical sounds and instrumental breaks) Let's take a look at the band here... Right first honking out his own brand of nihilistic surf music
uh uh uh uh Now I'm staring at the bodies as there's dancin' 'cross the floor Uh uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh And then the band slowed the tempo and the music
Summer night city Money, money, money Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm Summer night city Money, money, money In the rich man's world Den går på band! Kan
Did you see the lights As they fell all around you Did you hear the music Serenade from the stars Wake up, wake up Wake up and look around you
I slept last night in The Fairmont hotel I went shoppin' today for jewels Wind rushed around in the dirty town And the children let out from the schools
everything leads to erosion. Now where I live there's a homeless man. He sits upon a crate Yeah, He makes a rusty trumpet sound like the music that angels
feel inside for you Yet somewhere out there Waitin' on a wonder, you'll lend wings to my words Somewhere when the band is gone And the music of my song