When I was a young boy, I thought I had that touch I wanted to play that guitar so much Now I'm a man and I got me one Now I'm playing, playing son of
(J. Hamel) Walking past one, Do you want to try for Ottawa? Let's keep heading north, Where the sun doesn't boil. Five blocks past falling, Bricks and
(W.B. Yeats/J. Hamel) I will arise and go now, And go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, Of clay and wattles made. Nine bean rows will I have
(J. Hamel) Four and sixty years ago, high in Dunlavy's Castle, Stood and lady and maid, in the light of a fire, Making ready for a run. Four hundred men
Come my own one, come my fair one, Come now unto me, Could you fancy a poor sailor lad, Who has just come from sea? You are ragged love, you are dirty
A farmer lived in the North Country, Hey ho, bonny-o, He had daughters one, two, three. One was as bright as is the sun, And coal black grew another one
Well, Jenny's a sweet young body, Jenny's seldom dry, Draggled her petticoatie, comin' through the rye. If a body meet a body comin' through the rye,
Merry month of June, And from my home I started, Left the girls of Tuam, Nearly broken hearted; Saluted father dear, Kissed my darlin' mother, drank a
Lately last night, I was asked to a wedding, The wedding of one who proved unkind, For all that day as she thought of her bridegroom, Thoughts of another
(J. Hamel) I will gladly go where I have never travelled, I will gladly go where I have never been. And he rumbles and he purrs, And his eyes are large
It's the new style! Let me clear my throat! kick it over here! Feel the beat! umm drop! Well as I rock-n-roll and sell yo' soul No sell out but still
It's like one to the two and 313 I say, what, what, W H A T Put yo' hands where my eyes can see Feelin' lovely, simply bubbly Can't we, cop a oz and
[esham] Nineteen ninety nigga sick, fbi all on my dick Life or death, if I had to pick Rather be safe and sound like dj quik You might see me smashin
* originally on natas "multikillionaire" [esham] Now as I speak the wicket poetry that got you all scared of me Blasphemy, I'm sacrilegious
I've been a moonshiner for seventeen long years I spent all my money on whiskey and beers I go to some hollow and put up my stilt I'll make you one gallon
I've been a moonshiner For seventeen long years I've spent all my money On whiskey and beer I go to some hollow And sit at my still And if whiskey don
I've been a moonshiner, For seventeen long years, I've spent all my money, On whiskey and beer, I go to some hollow, And sit at my still And if
It's my own fault, babe Treat me the way you wanna do My fault, baby Treat me the way you wanna do When I was loving you, woman All the time you know