#AmericanWriters
Well I’ve been spendin’ my life l… To rest my head when the nights ge… But the days are gettin’ longer an… Been long time workin’ it out I been a long time workin’ it out…
One picture puzzle piece Lyin’ on the sidewalk, One picture puzzle piece Soakin’ in the rain. It might be a button of blue
(Chorus) Pour me another tequila, Sheila. Take off that red satin dress. 'Cause I crossed the border, And I beat the dealer for all of…
I have nothing to put in my stew,… Not a bone or a bean or a black-ey… So I’ll just climb in the pot to… If I can make a stew out of me. I’ll put in some pepper and salt a…
It was Sat night at the slammer t… As they dragged in every freak fro… One by one they entered the cell a… Were all different but all seemed… They held me down and put it on my…
Everybody says I’m paranoid they… They all smile to my face but they… They put poison in my coffee they… They put spiders in my tennis shoe… It’s hard to stop and figure out w…
So you heard there was a spark of… You come back to kill it like you… You found it weak and tremblin’ ha… And you kicked it choke it stepped… Kick it again it’s still breathing
I was sitting in my basement I just rolled myself a taste of something green and gold and gl… to get me through the day Then my friend yelled through the…
My beard grows down to my toes, I never wears no clothes, I wraps my hair Around my bare, And down the road I goes.
There once was a hippo who wanted… Fly-hi-dee, try-hi-dee, my-hi-dee-… So he sewed him some wings that co… Sky-hi-dee, fly-hi-dee, why-hi-dee… He climbed to the top of a mountai…
If I had a brontosaurus I would name him Morris or Horace… But if suddenly one day he had a l… I would change his name to Laurie…
Oh the Crocodile Went to the dentist And sat down in the chair, And the dentist said, ‘Now tell m… Why does it hurt and where?’
Oh, if you’re a bird, be an early… And catch the worm for your breakf… If you’re a bird, be an early earl… But if you’re a worm, sleep late.
Have you seen Amanda Blaine in th… Wandering through the morning rain… Have you seen her at her door, lis… And a man who went to war from the… Have you heard her mournful cries…
Runny lent to the wibrary And there were bundreds of hooks’… Bistory hooks, beography gooks, And lots of bory stooks. He looked them over one by one