Jerry Reed Lyrics
Jerry Reed Lyrics
"Crude Oil Blues Lyrics"
Jester Realm Lyrics
[music:Wallenius, lyrics:sartanen] Lose your mind and lose your personality Step inside and see how foolish things can be To trade a crown for a hat with tiny bells Is far too much to ask for living in a cell
CRUDE OIL BLUES
Writer Jerry Reed
Well now, listen people let me tell you some news
I’ll sing a song called the crude oil blues
We’re low on heat .n all
We’re low on gas
And I’m so cold I’m about to freeze my…..self
We got the crude oil blues
‘Cause the winter time sure gets cold to the bottom of my shoes
Well my hands are shakin’ and my knees are weak
But it ain’t because of love
I
I’m gonna tell you a story anout this drunk I know
He kept his basement full of homemade brew
But the winter got so bad it screwed up the boy’s thinkin’
He got so cold he had to burn all his drinkin’
He’s got the crude oil blues
He said the wintertime can sure get cold to the bottom of your shoes
He said, burnin’ this booze just destroys my soul
But there’s one thing about it honey
When you’re
I’ve got the crude oil blues
Well, when we made this record there was a little bit of doubt
Whether or not the ting was ever gonna come out
I said, “hey chief, you reckon this record will be released?”
He said, “Son, we ain’t got enough oil to keep the pressed greased”
We got the crude oil blues
And son, if we can’t make records then we don’t need you
I said, “what am I gonna do if I can’t sing an
He said, “well just keep yourself warm playin’ all them hot licks
We got the crude oil blues.
Oh mama , don’t forget to bring in the brass monkey
And remember what Albert Weinstein said…that coolin’ is condusive to cuddlin…
Honey I love ya but pass the duck down…hey I read a sign on the pump at my
Favorite gas station the other day…
It said uh, “he who expecteth nothin’ ain’t gonna be deceived.
[music:Wallenius, lyrics:sartanen] Lose your mind and lose your personality Step inside and see how foolish things can be To trade a crown for a hat with tiny bells Is far too much to ask for living in a cell
CRUDE OIL BLUES
Writer Jerry Reed
Well now, listen people let me tell you some news
I’ll sing a song called the crude oil blues
We’re low on heat .n all
We’re low on gas
And I’m so cold I’m about to freeze my…..self
We got the crude oil blues
‘Cause the winter time sure gets cold to the bottom of my shoes
Well my hands are shakin’ and my knees are weak
But it ain’t because of love
I
Flag Of Hate Lyrics
Dark shadows lie over the city Tonight someone will die, you can hear Some painful scream the air is full of flies The mayhemic legions are ready to steal the human souls Come into my vault and do what you've be
t’s from lack of heatDark shadows lie over the city Tonight someone will die, you can hear Some painful scream the air is full of flies The mayhemic legions are ready to steal the human souls Come into my vault and do what you've be
I’m gonna tell you a story anout this drunk I know
He kept his basement full of homemade brew
But the winter got so bad it screwed up the boy’s thinkin’
He got so cold he had to burn all his drinkin’
He’s got the crude oil blues
He said the wintertime can sure get cold to the bottom of your shoes
He said, burnin’ this booze just destroys my soul
But there’s one thing about it honey
When you’re
Forever No More (poem) Lyrics
No More invisible, speechless, deaf and blind child with neglected pleasures being addicted to denial, floating through time gravitating towards a warm arm with an appetite for the emptiness that promises, ?o harm.
cold, you’re coldNo More invisible, speechless, deaf and blind child with neglected pleasures being addicted to denial, floating through time gravitating towards a warm arm with an appetite for the emptiness that promises, ?o harm.
I’ve got the crude oil blues
Well, when we made this record there was a little bit of doubt
Whether or not the ting was ever gonna come out
I said, “hey chief, you reckon this record will be released?”
He said, “Son, we ain’t got enough oil to keep the pressed greased”
We got the crude oil blues
And son, if we can’t make records then we don’t need you
I said, “what am I gonna do if I can’t sing an
Jacksonville Lyrics
"You Know, I don't think this is going very well. I mean, like 10 percent of the audience wants to fight. The other 90 percent are totally bored. So its like, what the fuck am I doing up here, you know. You know when I am sitt
pick?”"You Know, I don't think this is going very well. I mean, like 10 percent of the audience wants to fight. The other 90 percent are totally bored. So its like, what the fuck am I doing up here, you know. You know when I am sitt
He said, “well just keep yourself warm playin’ all them hot licks
We got the crude oil blues.
Oh mama , don’t forget to bring in the brass monkey
And remember what Albert Weinstein said…that coolin’ is condusive to cuddlin…
Honey I love ya but pass the duck down…hey I read a sign on the pump at my
Favorite gas station the other day…
It said uh, “he who expecteth nothin’ ain’t gonna be deceived.