Live at the Rams Head
Feat Little lyrics
Feat Little lyrics
"Calling the Children Home Lyrics"
Album Intro (I'am) Lyrics
cuz'i'am whatever you say i am if i wasn't then why would i say i am in the radio the news everyday i am -i dont know but thats just the way i am im so sick and tired of being admired that i just wish that i would die or get fired just stop with the lables and
cuz'i'am whatever you say i am if i wasn't then why would i say i am in the radio the news everyday i am -i dont know but thats just the way i am im so sick and tired of being admired that i just wish that i would die or get fired just stop with the lables and
B. Payne, P. Barrere, and F. Tackett
uptown, the other side of canal
the funky butt hall down on liberty street
all day long it was the criminal morgue
where dead street boys take a load off ther feet
when the sun goes doen buddy bolden plays the blues
room full of sin, buckets of booze
how that horn could travel on a hot southern night
he was calling the children home all right
he was calling the children home
bury me down in new orleans
so I can spend eternity above ground
you can flo
Get This Money Lyrics
[J] Yeah yeah [R] Damn it's hot [J] Like a muh'fucker [R] Yo Jigga [J] Whassup my nigga? [R] Pop that water [J] Fo'schizzle! [both laughing] [R] Yeah [J] Get'cha mind right, c'mon [Jay-Z] Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-u
od this town[J] Yeah yeah [R] Damn it's hot [J] Like a muh'fucker [R] Yo Jigga [J] Whassup my nigga? [R] Pop that water [J] Fo'schizzle! [both laughing] [R] Yeah [J] Get'cha mind right, c'mon [Jay-Z] Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-u
but you can't shut the party down
ain't no drownin' the spirit
we callin' the children home
yeah that spasm band side show down in Jefferson Square
the band wagon battles ain't goin' no where
storyville girls tellin' tales in the night
how they bought all the bulls with a song
cocaine Lil, sweet miss thing
at the hotel y'all ring ding ding
poundin' the ivory's down at mahogany hall
they was callin' the children home
oh yeah, they was callin' the children home
bury me down in n
American Fingers 3'40 Lyrics
I've got a Jackson Pollack tatoo on my ass. Video priest screaming out high mass. Sick little schoolgirls rolling round on my floor. Jehovo witness knocking at my door. Rednecks sucking life from a can. Naked women magazines making me a man. Big Blond
w orleansI've got a Jackson Pollack tatoo on my ass. Video priest screaming out high mass. Sick little schoolgirls rolling round on my floor. Jehovo witness knocking at my door. Rednecks sucking life from a can. Naked women magazines making me a man. Big Blond
so I can spend eternity above ground
you can flood this town
but you can't shut the party down
ain't no drownin' the spirit
callin' the children home
was it the paddle wheels of commerce make you move the president
or the insiders and outlaws sellin' snake oil from the tent
a fressh breath of honesty would sure be heaven sent
but politics is politics, the business is the rent
downtown people take to the streets
they checkin' the sounds, they lookin' to eat
britsens manales just a trolly away
Hey Kid, wanna have some fun? Choose a side and here's your gun Brought up knowing right from wrong, squash the meek, inherit the strong Just try and cross the line, Don't even bother to waste my time What's that look in your ey
there was the night at tips, when the fess hit the keys
like a bomb goin' off, brought you down to your knees
Ernie K. Doe - Bobby Marchand -
Eddie Bo, don't forget Dr. John
they callin' the children home
bury me down in new orleans
so I can spend eternity above ground
you can flood this town
but you can't shut the party down
ain't no drownin' the spirit
we callin' the children home
ain't no drownin' the spirit
we callin' the children home