Bayou Baby - Lyrics - Aaron Tippin

Title: Bayou Baby
Artist: Aaron Tippin
Composer(s): Aaron Tippin, Michael Puryear

Lyric:
I wanna be loved by you, bayou baby
Nobody else but you bayou baby
I searched this world from end to end
I finally found where I should've always been
Right by you, bayou baby

I followed the wind from town to town
Never had a mind of settling down
Falling in love just wasn't my style
But that was before I saw your smile

I wanna be loved by you, bayou baby
Nobody else but you, bayou baby
I searched this world from end to end
I finally found where I should've always been
Right by you, bayou baby

Gonna make my mark, stake my claim
Live right here till my dying day
Close as I can to wherever you are
Till the day comes I win your heart

I wanna be loved by you, bayou baby
Nobody else but you, bayou baby
I searched this world from end to end
I finally found where I should've always been
Right by you, bayou baby

Say I wanna be loved by you, bayou baby
Nobody else but you, bayou baby
I searched this world from end to end
I finally found where I should've always been
Right by you, bayou baby

Everybody now

I wanna be loved by you, bayou baby
Nobody else but you, bayou baby
I searched this world from end to end
I finally found where I should've always been
Right by you, bayou baby
Talkin' out right by you, bayou baby
Right up against you girl, bayou baby

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Cajun Baby - Lyrics - Hank Williams Jr.

Title: Cajun Baby
Artist: Hank Williams Jr.
Composer(s): Hank (Jr) Williams, Hank (Sr) Williams

Lyric:
Way down yonder in the bayou country in dear old Louisianne
That's where lives my Cajun baby, the fairest one in the land
Her teeth're white and pearly hair black as coal
Wouldn't trade my Cajun baby for the world's gold
Way down yonder in the bayou country in dear old Louisianne

My heart's been sad and lonely since the day I left her side
But today I got her letter said she'd be my Cajun bride
Gonna go and wed my Cajun baby and live by the old bayou
Eat a lotsa shrimp and crawfish ride around in my old pirogue

Way down yonder in the bayou country in dear old Louisianne
That's where lives my Cajun baby, the fairest one in the land
Her teeth're white and pearly hair black as coal
Wouldn't trade my Cajun baby for the world's gold
Way down yonder in the bayou country in dear old Louisianne

Before the sun goes down this evening, I'll be on my way
To see my Cajun baby and there I'm gonna stay
On a Saturday night we go dancin' and listen to the fiddle-o
Lord I got me a Cajun baby just a livin' and a lovin' by the old bayou

Way down yonder in the bayou country in dear old Louisianne
That's where lives my Cajun baby, the fairest one in the land
Her teeth're white and pearly hair black as coal
Wouldn't trade my Cajun baby for the world's gold
Way down yonder in the bayou country in dear old Louisianne

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Blue Bayou - Lyrics - David Hasselhoff

Title: Blue Bayou
Artist: David Hasselhoff
Composer(s): Roy Orbison, Joe Melson

Lyric:
I feel so bad, I gotta worried mind
I'm so lonesome all the time
Since I left my baby behind on blue bayou

Savin' nickels, savin' dimes
Workin' till the sun don't shine
Lookin' forward to happier times on blue bayou

I'm going back someday
Come what may on blue bayou
Where you sleep all day
And the catfish play on blue bayou

All those fishin' boats, with their sails a float
If I could only see
That familiar sunrise through sleepy eyes
How happy I'd be

Oh, to see my baby again
(Baby)
And to be with some of my friends
Maybe I'd be happy again on blue bayou

I'm going back someday
Come what may on blue bayou
Where the folks are fine
And the world's mine on blue bayou

Oh, that girl of mine, by my side
The silver moon and the evening tide
Oh, some sweet day gonna take away this hurtin' inside

I'll never be blue
My dreams come true
On blue bayou

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Bayou Jubilee - Lyrics - Nitty Gritty Dirt Band

Title: Bayou Jubilee
Artist: Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
Composer(s): Jeff Hanna

Lyric:
Nothing in this world such a pure delight
As a fais-do-do on a Saturday night
Work your tail off all week long
But forget about your troubles with a party and a song

Boy I love those old time tunes
They can tickle your senses like a Cajun moon
Creole food sure tastes fine
When you wash it on down with that homemade wine

Get out the fiddle rosin up the bow
There's gonna be some music and I hope it ain't slow
Grab your baby dance 'til three down at the Bayou Jubilee
Grab your baby dance 'til three down at the Bayou Jubilee

There's Pierre and his girl Laverne
Dancin' so hot you'd think their shoes were burning
Grandma's in the corner shakin' it too
She's got her own version of a Cajun boogaloo

Get out the fiddle rosin up the bow
There's gonna be some music and I hope it ain't slow
Grab your baby dance 'til three down at the Bayou Jubilee
Grab your baby dance 'til three down at the Bayou Jubilee

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Blue Bayou - Lyrics - Linda Ronstadt

Title: Blue Bayou
Artist: Linda Ronstadt
Composer(s): Roy Orbison, Joe Melson

Lyric:
I feel so bad, I've got a worried mind
I'm so lonesome all the time
Since I left my baby behind
On Blue Bayou

Saving nickels, saving dimes
Working til the sun don't shine
Looking forward to happier times
On Blue Bayou

I'm going back someday
Come what may to Blue Bayou
Where the folks are fine
And the world is mine on Blue Bayou

Where those fishing boats with their sails afloat
If I could only see
That familiar sunrise through sleepy eyes
How happy I'd be

Gonna see my baby again
Gonna be with some of my friends
Maybe I'll feel better again
On Blue Bayou

Saving nickels, saving dimes
Working till the sun don't shine
Looking forward to happier times
On Blue Bayou

I'm going back someday
Come what may to Blue Bayou
Where the folks are fine
And the world is mine on Blue Bayou

Where those fishing boats with their sails afloat
If I could only see
That familiar sunrise through sleepy eyes
How happy I'd be

Oh that boy of mine by my side
The silver moon and the evening tide
Oh some sweet day gonna take away
This hurting inside

Well I'll never be blue
My dreams come true
On Blue Bayou

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All Night Long - Lyrics - U Turn - Brian Mcknight

Title: All Night Long
Album: U Turn
Artist: Brian Mcknight
Composer(s): Harvey Mason, Damon E Thomas, Brian Kelly Mcknight, Cornell Haynes, Anthony Kelii Nance

Lyric:
Shit just ain't the same when you slide through it
I get distracted every time you in my view
Plus I hear you kinda single right now, boo
And I got a perfect spot for a tattoo
I get ya name more than once if I have to
Me and you are better classic than Bayou
'Cause I got a few places you can fly to
Bring ya partners 'cause you know I'm bringin' my crew

Girl, don't you walk on by
We're not leavin' one more time
'Cause shorty's got her back to me
Show me what you got for me
Watch you move from side to side
Lick your lips, then close your eyes
Like something from a fantasy
Good for you and good for me, girl

So we can talk about the things you want
Or we can talk about the things you like
Girl, I don't just talk to hear my lines
You've heard it all a thousand times, girl

And we can talk about takin' it slow
And we can talk about takin' our time
Girl, how can I get you in my ride?
Who's gonna drive you home tonight, girl?

Baby, let me love you
All night long, all night long
Baby, let me please you
All night long, all night long

We can take a ride in my ride
We can get it on outside
Hit it off like, 1 2 3
The moon and stars is all we need
Then we can take it back to my crib
We don't have to say that we did
No one knows that we just met
What you see is what you get

So we can talk about the things you want
Or we can talk about the things you like
Girl, I just don't talk to hear my lines
You've heard it all a thousand times, girl

And we can talk about takin' it slow
And we can talk about takin' our time
Girl, how can I get you in my ride?
Who's gonna drive you home tonight?

Baby, let me love you
All night long, all night long
Baby, let me please you
All night long, all night long

Oh baby, whenever you say
We can be out, I'm not in a hurry, ma
But we can go now
There's so many ways
We can get down
I'm gonna give all the lovin' to ya
Oh girl

I wanna be your stability physically, finance, and mentally
If willing I'll be fulfilling anything you reveal to me
Like ya fantasies, ya dreams, peaches and cream
Baby, you pick, I lick, that's the thing
Time don't mean a damn thing in this case
So unplug the clocks and close the drapes
I got it all planned out, me and you goin'
Until we both scream ow, we both pass out

So we can talk about the things you want
Or we can talk about the things you like
Girl, I just don't talk to hear my lines
You've heard it all a thousand times, girl

And we can talk about takin' it slow
And we can talk about takin' our time
Girl, how can I get you in my ride?
Who's gonna drive you home tonight?

Baby, let me love you
All night long, all night long
Baby, let me please you
All night long, all night long

Baby, let me love you
All night long, all night long
Baby, let me please you
All night long, all night long

Baby, let me love you
All night long, all night long

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Broken Promise - Lyrics - Blues on the Bayou - B.B. King

Title: Broken Promise
Album: Blues on the Bayou
Artist: B.B. King
Composer(s): Saul Bihari, Riley B King

Lyric:
Oh, you broke your promise, baby
You don't love, honor or obey
Oh, you won't do nothing I tell you
You go on mistreatin' me everyday
You're early actin' your part, baby
You won't do nothing the preacher says

You don't love me, baby
You don't even wish me well
Honor's just a joke with you, baby
You don't love me, I can tell
Married life with you, baby
I'd rather be living in a cell

Oh, you deceive me, baby
You use me like a child
Oh, you tricked me into loving you, baby
I was loving you all the while
You played with my heart, baby
I said, I was loving you all the while

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The Baby - Lyrics - The Dreamer - Blake Shelton

Title: The Baby
Album: The Dreamer
Artist: Blake Shelton
Composer(s): Larry Michael White, Harley Allen

Lyric:
My brother said that I was rotten to the core
I was the youngest child, so I got by with more
I guess she was tired by the time I came along
She'd laugh until she cried, I could do no wrong
She would always save me because I was her baby

I worked a factory in Ohio, a shrimp boat in the Bayou
I drove a truck in Birmingham, turned 21 in Cincinnati
I called home to mom and daddy, I said, "Your boy is now a man"
She said, "I don't care if you're 80, you'll always be my baby"

She loved that photograph of our whole family
She'd always point us out for all her friend's to see
That's Greg, he's doing great, he really loves his job
And Ronnie with his two kids, how 'bout that wife he's got
And that one's kinda crazy, but that one is my baby

I got a call in Alabama, said, "Come on home to Louisiana"
And come as fast as you can fly 'cause your momma really needs you
And says she's got to see you, she might not make it through the night
The whole way I drove 80 so she could see her baby

She looked like she was sleepin' and my family had been weepin'
By the time that I got to her side and I knew that she'd been taken
And my heart it was breakin', I never got to say goodbye
I softly kissed that lady and cried just like a baby

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Get Money - Lyrics - Eightball &Amp; Mjg

Title: Get Money
Artist: Eightball &Amp; Mjg
Composer(s): Tristan Jones, Trevor Smith, Premro V Smith

Lyric:
Bring it in, can you feel, it can you feel it
It's all about the money, baby

Big Eightball straight up out the south to you
Honey coated money fool that's all I wanna do
Spit dope that a nigga sat at the crip
And rolled me and Philly Phil on that flight

Always tight all night sleepy niggas don't get paid
They get made into broke niggas everyday
I'm on some finance increased raps and beats
Hip-hop Glock poppin' hollow point heat

What you boys need, I got it by the pidound
Straight up out the midound, make everybody get down
Sandy brown blades ways in a daze damn
Ain't Eightball at the mall with the brades

Hey don't get fly 'cause I can get fly too
Cruisin' in a six double 0 right by you
From the Bayou to the Hudson, I be bustin'
But if it ain't about money, it ain't about nothin'

It's all about money
(This one goes to my niggas gettin' money)
Always on the grind
(This one goes to my bitches gettin' money)

If it ain't about money
(This one goes to my hustlers gettin' money)
Don't waste my time
(This one goes to my thugs gettin' money)

See it's all about flippin'
(This one goes to my niggas gettin' money)
Tryin' get you a lick
(This one goes to my bitches gettin' money)

If it ain't about money
(This one goes to my thugs gettin' money)
Then it ain't about shit
(This one goes to my hustlers gettin' money)

Sometimes baby all about my E N D's
In the N-Y chillin' with B U S T
We tight puttin' green sticky in the wind
Blend with flipmode tryin' make a million

Been pimpin' limpin' down 1-2-5
Yellow cab Abdul and I gettin' high
9 1 7 roamin' long distance
Busta Rhyme come and gimme some assistance

Floss I see millions with my affilians
My money bought the weed but I'm askin' where the Philly went
Money stack on the wall with Eightball
Money Flipmode and Suavehouse takin' it all money

Now we corporate bossy icy and frosty
Maximize the cream 'cause it's costly to be flossy
Gimme my money gimme my yen, gimme my peso
Before my gat has to say so

It's all about money
(This one goes to my niggas gettin' money)
Always on the grind
(This one goes to my bitches gettin' money)

If it ain't about money
(This one goes to my hustlers gettin' money)
Don't waste my time
(This one goes to my thugs gettin' money)

See it's all about flippin'
(This one goes to my niggas gettin' money)
Tryin' get you a lick
(This one goes to my bitches gettin' money)

If it ain't about money
(This one goes to my thugs gettin' money)
Then it ain't about shit
(This one goes to my hustlers gettin' money)

It's all about money
(This one goes to my niggas gettin' money)
Always on the grind
(This one goes to my bitches gettin' money)

If it ain't about money
(This one goes to my hustlers gettin' money)
Don't waste my time
(This one goes to my thugs gettin' money)

See it's all about flippin'
(This one goes to my niggas gettin' money)
Tryin' get you a lick
(This one goes to my bitches gettin' money)

If it ain't about money
(This one goes to my thugs gettin' money)
Then it ain't about shit
(This one goes to my hustlers gettin' money)

I said, hey yo sonny first of all gimme my money
Some much money we gettin' it ain't even funny
Little corny niggas be tryin' take my money from me
When in they face bloody and leave 'em in the gully

Givin' stupid niggas some money and watch 'em turn dummy
Then he fuck up his money up in the streets rummy
My money and your money ain't even compatible
Then I turn savage and cannibal if you ain't got my capital

Money to eat money, to hold heat money for flowers
Lots of money to own streets, money from sellin' cassettes
Money and assets, money I be givin' and I ain't even ask yet
You got nerve baby, don't you know you get served baby

Holdin' my federal reserve baby
Money with me and the corporate world me like wallstreet
Invest in loyal niggas on the street

It's all about money
(This one goes to my niggas gettin' money)
Always on the grind
(This one goes to my bitches gettin' money)

If it ain't about money
(This one goes to my thugs gettin' money)
Don't waste my time
(This one goes to my hustlers gettin' money)

See it's all about flippin'
(This one goes to my Houston gettin' money)
Tryin' get you a lick
(This one goes to my ATL gettin' money)

If it ain't about money
(This one goes to my Tennesse gettin' money)
Then it ain't about shit
(This one goes to my Alabama gettin' money)

It's all about money
This one goes to my Cleveland gettin' money)
Always on the grind
(This one goes to my Chicago gettin' money)

If it ain't about money
(This one goes to my Frit gettin' money)
Don't waste my time
(This one goes to my Kansas City gettin' money)

See it's all about flippin'
(This one goes to my New Orleans gettin' money)
Tryin' get you a lick
(This one goes to my L.A. gettin' money)

If it ain't about money
(This one goes to my Virginia gettin' money)
Then it ain't about shit
(This one goes to my Detroit gettin' money)

It's all about money
(This one goes to my D.C. gettin' money)
Always on the grind
(This one goes to my New York gettin' money)

If it ain't about money
(This one goes to my New York gettin' money
Don't waste my time
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

See it's all about flippin'
(This one goes to my Houston gettin' money
Tryin' get you a lick
(This one goes to my San Antonio gettin' money)

If it ain't about money
(This one goes to my Everywhere gettin' money)
Then it ain't about shit
(This one goes to my World gettin' money)

None of ya'll little corny broke low budget motherfuckers
Could understand this science here
It's that real live gettin' money shit motherfuckers
Eightball and MJG nuff love Busta Ryhmes Flipmode squad

Yeah, we doin' this shit like a motherfuckin' tri-lateral commision nigga
The new world aligns you broke pocket motherfuckin' bitch ass niggas
Fuck off the block, ya'll niggas don't know how we doin' this shit

The high finance way we support niggas and hit niggas
Off with overhead money to continue their corporate set-up
Broke bastards

Yeah, Eightball my motherfuckin' thug

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Shake It Up And Go - Lyrics - Blues on the Bayou - B.B. King

Title: Shake It Up And Go
Album: Blues on the Bayou
Artist: B.B. King
Composer(s): Jules Bihari, Riley King

Lyric:
You might be old about ninety years
But you ain't too old to shift them gears

You can shake it up and go
(Shake it up and go)
Shake it up and go
(Shake it up and go)
You good looking people sure can shake it up and go

Mama killed a chicken, she thought it was a duck
She put him on the table with his legs sticking up

She had to shake it up and go
(Shake it up and go)
Shake it up and go
(Shake it up and go)
You good looking people sure got to shake it up and go

Well I told my baby, well the week before last
The gait she had was just a little too fast

She had to shake it up and go
(Shake it up and go)
Shake it up and go
(Shake it up and go)
You good looking people sure got to shake it up and go

I told my baby, well the week before last
The gait she had was just a little too fast

She had to shake it up and go
(Shake it up and go)
Shake it up and go
(Shake it up and go)
You good looking people sure got to shake it up and go

Look here baby you ain't treating me right
You go out everyday stay out late at night

You got to shake it up and go, baby
(Shake it up and go)
You got to shake it up and go
(Shake it up and go)
Good looking people sure got to shake it up and go

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Some Lie 4 Love - Lyrics - Hollywood A Go Go - L.A. Guns

Title: Some Lie 4 Love
Album: Hollywood A Go Go
Artist: L.A. Guns
Composer(s): P Lewis, M Cripps, S Riley, T Gunns, K Nickels

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Lyric:
Somewhere south of the border, headin' for a doll serenade
Taking more than we oughta', shakin' off the masquerade
Lonely, she decided to see ya, get enough for her on the side
When the heat arrived at the motel, whole town stayed inside

Some lie for love, some lie for fame
Some lie for trust, some lie in vain
Some lie for love, some lie for gain
But I lie for you baby, in the pouring rain

Move on up to the bayou, with the same old set of rules
You get nothin' for nothin', and that's a fact, when you're tied
To the ship of fools, Alice looking over her shoulder, like a Chinese diplomat
Daring anyone to hold her, with a smile like a Cheshire cat

Some lie for love, some lie for fame
Some lie for trust, some lie in vain
Some lie for love, some lie for gain
But I lie for you baby

Shakin' to a halt on a voodoo, second oldest trick in the book
No one does it quite like you do, when you start you can never
Stop never stop, on my way to a Seance, met a gypsy renegade
Crossed my palm with silver, in my heart put a jagged stake

Some lie for love, some lie for fame
Some lie for trust, some lie in vain
Some lie for love, some lie for gain
But I lie for you baby

Some lie for love, some lie for fame
Some lie for trust, some lie in vain
Some lie for love, some lie for gain
But I lie for you baby, in the pouring rain

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Fais Do Do - Lyrics - Charlie Daniels Band

Title: Fais Do Do
Artist: Charlie Daniels Band
Composer(s): Chuck Jones, Charlie Daniels

Lyric:
Les le bon temps rouler

Hey baby, won't you stop what you're doin'
Go on home, put your red dress on
Tell your mama I said not to worry
I'll have you home before the break of dawn

Sonnier's got his squeeze box pumping
Thibadeaux's got his fiddle out
Meet me over by the side of the river
'Cause there's big doins down at Boudreaux's house

Take my bateaux down by the bayou
Pole on over to the fais do do
Don't be late, don't keep me waitin'
Everybody's gonna go, everybody's gonna go

I wanna be there when the band starts playin'
Zydeco music makes me wanna dance
Sun's goin' down and a new moon's shinin'
Mighty fine night for the big romance

I've got a question, I just might pop it
I know something that you don't know
Well, I got a ring of gold in my pocket
Tonight's the night and you can't say no

Take my bateaux down by the bayou
Pole on over to the fais do do
Don't be late, don't keep me waitin'
Everybody's gonna go, I said, everybody's gonna go

Take my bateaux down by the bayou
Pole on over to the fais do do
Don't be late, don't keep me waitin'
Everybody's gonna go, I said, everybody's gonna go

Hey baby, won't you stop what you're doin'
Go on home, put your red dress on
Tell you mama I said not to worry
I'll have you home before the break of dawn

Sonnier's got his squeeze box pumping
Thibadeaux's got his fiddle out
Meet me over by the side of the river
'Cause there's big doins down at Boudreaux's house

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I Got One For Ya - Lyrics - Devil Without A Cause - Kid Rock

Title: I Got One For Ya
Album: Devil Without A Cause
Artist: Kid Rock
Composer(s): R.J. Ritchie, Kenny Olson, John A. Travis, Matthew Shafer, Jerry Williams

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Lyric:
Lit up like the Fourth, I'm a happy drunk
Come to Poppa, big Momma 'cause your Daddy's drunk
I wanna pump, pump it up like the Goodyear Blimp
Make ya hollar for a dollar, that's the way I pimp

Gold links and minks and shrimp dinners on the bayou
Thems are the things that I ain't gonna buy you
It's like one of them freak things
Hit it once maybe every couple week things

I got no love, I got no riches
I don't roll Vogues and I ain't got Switches
I got no game, I can't reward ya
But if you want a long one, baby

I got one for ya, this is your shot
I got one for ya, this is your shot

Uh huh, check it
People always talkin' what they gonna do
They must want their face to maybe taste my shoe
I can't understand all the push and shove
And what the fuck's happened to the peace and love

Who planted that glove man, I don't care
I'm too busy runnin' fingers through your Momma's hair
I got no time for the fakes and the phonies
The crooks and the creeps and the cops and the cronies

Am I the only one on my side
Test my pride, I bet you run and hide
You think I'm weak so you're lookin' for the kill
But there's sixteen shots in my nine milimil

I got one for ya, uh huh, this is your shot
I got one for ya, this is your shot
Jimmy, Jimmy, Ji ah, Jimmy, Jimmy

I like that
Yeah, lay it down, brother
Lay it down with me, baby
Lay it down with me, baby
This is your chance

Record companies stressing 'cause they all want hits
And yeah, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it so I make 'em like this
They say, "Hey there, boy, all we need is one song
Shorten up that hook, we don't need it that long"

Don't want to hear me 'cause don't want to hear me brag
So I'm grabbin' on my thingy while I let my pants sag
Never thinkin' what I'm writin', just writin' what I'm doin'
They say they like my record but they're still boo hooin'

My joint's always tight, my rhymes will floor ya
Hey, Slime, you wanna hit money, ha ha ha

I got one for ya
Bet that ass
This is your shot
Uh huh, Uh huh

I got one for ya
Here it is
This is your shot
Uh

We got one for ya babe, me and Kid Rock
We got one for ya babe, me and Kid Rock
Hey, hey

I got one for ya, babe
I got one for ya, babe
I got one for ya, babe

Me and Kid Rock, we gonna rock and gonna roll
We gonna rock, gonna roll, gonna rock 'n' roll
Gonna rock, gonna roll, we gonna rock around
Ha hii, hii, I like that

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Bring It On - Lyrics - Extended Versions: Encore Collection - Lynyrd Skynyrd

Title: Bring It On
Album: Extended Versions: Encore Collection
Artist: Lynyrd Skynyrd
Composer(s): Rickey Medlocke, Johnny Van Zant, Hugh Edward Jr Thomasson, Gary Rossington

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Lyric:
Uhh huh
That's right, oo

Missy was a real fine looker
Always had an eye for the boys
Man I always wanted to book that girl
An' play around with some of her toys

I said, "My my, oh take a look at them eyes"
I said, "Oh no Lord, here we go"
Don't you pretend you don't know
Bring it on, yeah baby

Rumor says, she from the bayou
Searchin' for her fortune and fame
Man she's got a way about her
She's drivin' all us poor boys insane

I said, "My my, oh take a look at them eyes"
I said, "Oh no Lord, here we go"
Don't you pretend you don't know
Bring it on, give it to me baby

I've been waitin' for it all night long
Bring it on I know you got it on you
So shake my sheets to your rock an' roll beat
Bring it on, oh you can bring it on

Just about the time I thought I had it made
I felt a slap on my shoulder
Oh yes, he did
I turned around and had to stare up at him
He said, "Little man, you best think this over"

I said, "My my, oh take a look at them eyes"
I said, "Oh no Lord, here we go"
The band's on a break, let's give this bar a show
Bring it on give it to me mister

We can fight about her all night long
Bring it on, take your best shot
Oh, bring it, bring it, bring it on
Oh baby
Bring it on, on, on
Oh, bring it, bring it, bring it on

Oh yeah
Bring it on

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All I Know About Mexico - Lyrics - You Do Your Thing - Montgomery Gentry

Title: All I Know About Mexico
Album: You Do Your Thing
Artist: Montgomery Gentry
Composer(s): Jeffrey Steele, Chris Wallin

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Lyric:
I didn't know you weren't supposed to drink the water
I never knew it was so hard to get through south of that border
If I had any idea it took that many pesos to make a dollar
I'd have moved down there yeah, I'd probably been a millionaire

Rosa at the Bayou told me Sinco De Mayo is their 4th of July
And you don't sneak up on a Jabanero Pepper and just take a bite
Rosa says the sunsets on some of them beaches that'll make you cry
I said, "Is that right? 'Cuz up until tonight"

All I knew about Mexico
Was him with my baby on the back of that Harley
Passin' every car as fast as they could go
Now all I know about pretty a white sand
Is she's probably on it now sharing a little beach towel
With her left me for another man
Or working on a tan I bet, while I'm here trying to forget
All I know about Mexico

And I've heard some pretty scary stuff about them jails down in Tijuana
And it ain't nothin' like the US if you get busted
And I hear he's all hawked up on that Marijuana
I can't help but worrying about her being down there
When he leaves her and you know he's gonna leave her
Any day now, yeah the cops will come around
Wanna know what I've known

All I know about Mexico
Was him with my baby on the back of that Harley
Passin' every car as fast as they could go
And all I know about a pretty white sand
Is she's probably on it now sharing a little beach towel
With her left me for another man
Oh she's working on her tan I bet, while I'm here trying to forget
All I know about Mexico

All I knew about Mexico
Was him with my baby on the back of that Harley
Passin' every car just as fast as they could go
And all I know about a pretty white sand
Is she's probably on it now sharing her little beach towel
With her left me for another man
Oh she's working on her tan I bet, while I'm here trying to forget
All I know about Mexico

All I know, I know, I know, I know about Mexico

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Penthouse Pauper - Lyrics - Bayou Country - Creedence Clearwater Revival

Title: Penthouse Pauper
Album: Bayou Country
Artist: Creedence Clearwater Revival
Composer(s): John Fogerty

Lyric:
Now, if I were a brick layer, I wouldn't build just anything
And if I were a ball player, I wouldn't play no second string
And if I were some jew'lry, baby
Lord, I'd have to be a diamond ring

And if I were a secret, Lord, I never would be told
And if I were a jug of wine, Lord, my flavor would be old
I could be most anything
But it got to be twenty-four karat solid gold

And if I were a gambler, you know I'd never lose
If I were a guitar player
Lord, I'd have to play the blues

And if I were a hacksaw, my blade would be razor sharp
And if I were a politician, I could prove that monkey talk
You can find the tallest building
Lord, I'd have me the house on top

Oh, let's go
All right, keep goin'

I'm the Penthouse Pauper, I got nothin' to my name
I'm the Penthouse Pauper, baby, I got nothing to my name
I can be most anything
Oh, when you got nothin', it's all the same

[Incomprehensible]
Lord, look at my penthouse

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Louisiana Man - Lyrics - Rick Nelson

Title: Louisiana Man
Artist: Rick Nelson
Composer(s): Doug Kershaw

Lyric:
At first mom and papa called their little boy Ned
They raise him on the banks of the river bed
A houseboat tied to a big tall tree
A home for my papa and my mama and me

The clock strikes three, papa jumps to his feet
Already mama's cookin' papa somethin' to eat
At half past papa, he's ready to go
He jumps in his piro, headed down the bayou

He's got fishin' lines strung across the Louisiana River
Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat
He's settin' his traps catchin' anything he can
Gotta make a livin' he's a Louisiana man
Gotta make a livin' he's a Louisiana man

Muskart hides hanging by the dozen
Even got a little baby muskart's cousin
Gotta 'em fryin' in the hot, hot sun
Tomorrow papa's gonna turn them into mon

They call mama Rita and my daddy Jack
My little baby brother on the floor that's Mac
Red and Lynn are the family twins
Big brother Ed's on the bayou fishin'

On the river float papa's great big boat
That's how my papa goes into town
He takes every bit of the night and day
Then even reach the place where the people stay

I can hardly wait till tomorrow comes around
That's the day my papa takes his fures to town
Papa promised me that I could go
Even let me see a cowboy show

I saw the cowboys and Indians for the first time
Then I told my papa gotta go again
Papa said son we got the lines to run
We'll come back again 'cause there's work to be done

He's got fishin' lines strung across the Louisiana River
Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat
He's settin' his traps catchin' anything he can
Gotta make a livin' he's a Louisiana man
Gotta make a livin' he's a Louisiana man

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Louisiana Man - Lyrics - Personal File - Johnny Cash

Title: Louisiana Man
Album: Personal File
Artist: Johnny Cash
Composer(s): Doug Kershaw

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Lyric:
Well, at birth mom and papa called their little boy Ned
Raised him on the banks of a river bed
On a houseboat tied to a big tall tree
A home for my papa and my mama and me

The clock strikes three and papa jumps to his feet
Already mama's cooking papa something to eat
At half past, papa he's ready to go
He jumps in his pirogue headed down the bayou

He's got fishing lines strung across the Louisiana Rivers
Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat
He's setting traps in the swamp catching anything he can
He's gotta make a living, he's a Louisiana man
Gotta make a living, he's a Louisiana man

My Muskrat hides hanging by the dozens
Even got a lady mink, a muskrat's cousin
Got 'em out drying in the hot, hot sun
Tomorrow papa's gonna turn 'em into money

Well, they call mama Rita and my daddy Jack
Little baby brother on the floor that's Mack
Bren and Lin are the family twins
And big brother Ed's on the bayou fishing

On the river floats papa's great big boat
And that's how my papa goes into town
Takes him every bit of a night and a day
To even reach a place where the people stay

And I can hardly wait until tomorrow comes around
That's the day my papa takes his furs to town
Papa promised me that I could go
He'd even let me see a cowboy show

I saw the cowboys and Indians for the first time then
I told my pop I've gotta go again
Well, Papa said, "Son we've got lines to run
We'll come back again but first there's work to be done"

He's got fishing lines strung across the Louisiana Rivers
Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat
He's setting traps in the swamp catching anything he can
Gotta make a living, he's a Louisiana man
Gotta make a living, he's a Louisiana man

Gotta make a living, he's a Louisiana man
Gotta make a living, he's a Louisiana man
Gotta make a living, he's a Louisiana man
...

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Louisiana Man - Lyrics - Connie Smith

Title: Louisiana Man
Artist: Connie Smith
Composer(s): Doug Kershaw

Lyric:
At birth Mom and Papa called their little boy Ned
They raised him on the banks of the river bed
A houseboat tied to a big tall tree
A home for my Papa and my Mama and me

The clock strikes three, Papa jumps to his feet
Already mama's cookin' Papa something to eat
At half past, Papa, he's ready to go
He jumps in his piro headed down the bayou

He's got fishin' lines strung across the Louisiana river
Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat
He set the traps in the swamp catchin' anything he can
Gotta make a livin' he's a Louisiana man
Gotta make a livin' he's a Louisiana man

A muskart hides a hangin' by the dozen
Even got a lady make a muskart's cousin
Got 'em out dryin' in the hot hot sun
Tomorrow Papa's gonna turn 'em into mon

They call my Mama Rita and my Daddy's Jack
A little baby brother on the floor, that's Mac
Big brother Ed's on the bayou fishin'
Fram and Malene are the family twins

On the river float Papa's great big boat
That's for my Papa goes into town
He takes every bit of the night and day
To even reach the place where the people stay

I can hardly wait until tomorrow comes around
That's the day my Papa takes his fure to town
Papa promised me that I could go even let me see a cowboy show

I saw the cowboys and Indians for the first time
Then I told my Papa gotta go again
Papa said hon' we got the lines to run
We'll come back tomorrow 'cause the work to be done

He's got fishin' lines strung across the Louisiana river
Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat
He set the traps in the swamp catchin' anything he can
Gotta make a livin' he's a Louisiana man
Gotta make a livin' he's a Louisiana man

Gotta make a livin' he's a Louisiana man
Gotta make a livin' he's a Louisiana man
Hey

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Gue Gue - Lyrics - Kingston Trio

Title: Gue Gue
Artist: Kingston Trio
Composer(s): Guard Reynold

Lyric:
Gue, gue solingaie
Balliez chimin la
Gue, gue solingaie
Balliez chimin la

M'a dis li, oui, m'a dis li
Calbass' li connain parler
Calbass' li connain parler

Sleep, sleep, don't you weep
Dry your tears a-while
Dream, dream then you'll hear
The singing crocodile

Oh, dreaming, we'll go dreaming
Hush, now, baby, don't you cry

Sail, sail, pretty babe
While the moon is low
Through bright bayou night
Dreamboats drifting slow

Oh, dreaming, we'll go dreaming
Hush, now, baby, don't you cry

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