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'Cause my hair is curly
Just because my teeth are pearly Just because I always wear a smile Like to dress up in the latest style 'Cause I'm glad I'm livin' I take these troubles all with a smile Just because my color's shady That's the difference, maybe, why they call me Shine, sway your bluesies Why don't you shine? Start with your shoesies Shine each place up, make it look like new Shine your face up; I want to see you wear a smile or two Why don't you shine your these and thoseies? You'll find everything gonna turn out right fine Folks will shine up to ya Everybody's gonna howdy doody do-ya You'll make the whole world shine Oh, chocolate drop, that's me 'Cause my hair is curly (man's got curly hair) Now just because my teeth are pearly (also got pearly teeth) Just because I always wear a smile (oh, keep on smiling) Like to dress us, babe, in the latest style 'Cause I'm glad I'm livin' I take these troubles all with a smile Now just because my color's shady (you's a shady baby) That's the difference, maybe, why they call me Shine away your bluesies Shine, start with your shoesies You'll make the whole world shine Send "Louis Armstrong" Ringtones to Cell Phone Writers: WELLS, DANNY / BROWN, LUKE Lyrics ⓒ Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, EMI Music Publishing Lyrics Terms of Use - Lyrics Powered by LyricFind |
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I hate's to see dat ev'nin' sun go down
Hate's to see dat ev'nin' sun go down Cause ma baby, she done lef' dis town If I feel tomorrow lak ah feel today Feel tomorrow lak ah feel today I'll pack up my trunk, and make ma git away Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings 'Twern't for powder an' her store-bought hair De man she love wouldn't gone nowhere, nowhere Got dem Saint Louis Blues I'm as blue as ah can be Like a man done throwed that rock down into de sea Got dem Saint Louis Blues I'm as blue as ah can be Went to de gypsy get her fortune tole To de gypsy, done got her fortune tole Cause she most wile 'bout her Jelly Roll Now dat gypsy tole her, "Don't you wear no black" She done tole her, "Don't you wear no black Go to Saint Louis, you can win him back" If she git toCairo, make Saint Louis by herself Git to Cairo, find her old friend Jeff gwine to pin herself, right there, to his side If she flag his train, she sho' can ride And she sang Got dem Saint Louis Blues jes as blue as ah can be Dat man got a heart lak a rock cast into de sea Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me Doggone it! I loves day man lak a schoolboy loves his pie Lak a Kentucky Col'nel loves his mint an' rye I'll love ma baby till the day ah die Now a black-headed gal makes a freight train jump the track Said a black-headed gal makes a freight train jump the track But a long tall gal makes a preacher ball the jack Lawd, a blonde-headed woman make a good man leave the town I said a blonde-headed woman make a good man leave the town But a red-headed woman make a boy slap his pappy down |
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It was down in Old Joe's barroom,
On the corner by the square, Drinks were being served as usual, And a goodly crowd was there. When up steped old joe McGuinny His eyes were bloodshot red; As he poured himself more wiskey, This is what he said: I went down to the St. James Infirmary I saw my baby there, Streched out on a cold white table, So sweet, so cold, so fair. So Let her go, let her go, God bless her; Wherever she may be **see note** She may search this wide world over but she'll never find a sweet man like me. When I die, want you to dress me in straght laced shoes A box back coat and a Stetson hat; Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain So the boys know I died standin' pat. **verses not in original recording** There are sixteen cold black horses, Hitched to her rubber tired hack; There are seven women goin' to that graveyard, and only six of 'em are coming back. Now that you'v heard my story, pour me one more shot of booz; And if anyone comes askin' about me, Tell 'em I got, Saint James Infermery blues. Some people exchange "She never did love me" for the line "Where ever she may be" that was in the original. |
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Strut-tin’ with some bar-be-que,
Swing-in’ with the band; Like the hap-py peo-ple do Way down in dix-ie land Hear that ol’ trom-bone And the trum-pet ad-lib. Love to hear the lick, While I do my pick-in’ Pick-in’ on a jui-cy rib. ‘Cause I'm Strut-tin with some bar-be-que, feel-in' might-y grand; pass an-oth-er help-in’ please, of that good ol’ dix-ie land. And mis-ter wait-er if you please An-oth-er rib or two; And I’ll go strut, strut, strut-tin, Strut-tin' with some bar-be-que REPEAT |
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My heart gives a chil,
I feel such a thrill, My feet won't keep still, When they swing that music. Rythm like that puts me in a trance, Oh you can't blame me for wanting to dance. From what I understand, It must be just grand, To play in a band, When they swing that music. Oh I'm as happy as can be, When they swing that music for me. With my eyes I can see, All of the glee, The bees in the knees, When they swing that music. Rythm like that don't do nothing but make me smile, Oh you can't blame me if I'm gone for a while. From what has been said, I'm getting ahead, I'll swing you to bed, Once they've swung that music. Oh I'm as happy as can be, When you swing that music with me. My head feels a buzz, A reason there was, I feel buzz because, They're swinging that music. Rythm like that sends me up the wall, Oh you can't blame me if I don't wanna fall. From what I have heard, It must mean the world, To dance with that girl, When they swing that music. Oh I'm happy as can be, When you swing that music with me. Similar songs: |
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I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you And I think to myself What a wonderful world I see skies of blue and clouds of white The bright blessed the day And the dark say good night And I think to myself What a wonderful world The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky Are also on the faces of people going by I see friends shaking hands saying How do you do They`re really saying I love you I hear babies crying I watch them grow They`ll learn much more than I`ll ever known And I think to myself What a wonderful world Yes I think to myself What a wonderful world Oh yeah |
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We are trav'ling in the footsteps
Of those who've gone before But we'll all be reunited (but if we stand reunited) On a new and sunlit shore (then a new world is in store) O when the saints go marching in When the saints go marching in O Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in And when the sun refuse (begins) to shine And when the sun refuse (begins) to shine O Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in When the moon turns red with blood When the moon turns red with blood O Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in On that hallelujah day On that hallelujah day O Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in O when the trumpet sounds the call O when the trumpet sounds the call O Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in Some say this world of trouble Is the only one we need But I'm waiting for that morning When the new world is revealed When the revelation (revolution) comes When the revelation (revolution) comes O Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in When the rich go out and work When the rich go out and work O Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in When the air is pure and clean When the air is pure and clean O Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in When we all have food to eat When we all have food to eat O Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in When our leaders learn to cry When our leaders learn to cry O Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in |
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(intro)
Yeah, to all my fans, for people who don't know What i've been going through to make my own, yeah... Now its time to hurt your feelings as i upset music industry fans Hey yo my man, look at my hands, they look human, right? You think i'm a monster, ill circus clown, i'm not a specimen Don't look at me funny when i come around And ya'll been trying to figure me out for years Trying to reduplicate me, but they can't, so they hate me While white boys rub the heads of black music with a japanese assistant What does a chinese kid know about the rap game, it's a shame As i see 'em watching bet There's a million of creative rappers tryin' to be me I'm starting to feel like jimi hendrix When they cover the story who started rock Magazines put blankets over my interviews They don't want to see me on channel 7 news Tellin the truth of the project group Which they always have secret spies in with eyes Watchin me record my album, sending producers with wack tracks And dats, messin' up my whole format Can you imagine doing something that would need more to function With an alternative hippy kid from the record label watchin your back Talkin about mariah carey's honky Makin' an average group buck dance like a barrel full of monkeys While i break out to do the shopping, boy You're makin' a quick phone call About my sound is too new and different I need to be a regular like dru hill, a little more ill Hey keith we want you to be ill! Yeah, leave me alone! Hey keith, we want you to be ill! Of course i'm hard to work with, cos you're hard to work with I don't wanna be the insane clown posse and collaborate I'm tryin' to innovate and think quick at a fast rate Why you mad? cos i'm original? You can't do the material When i sit back and watch you act big Spend your budget on your video I'm in one of my 3 luxury apartments eating raisin bran cereal While you front, 'lo i'll take my white rhyme down to world's fargo How long's it gonna take? 900 thousand and clear, talkin' with a clerk I don't need a binge this year Took care of my paperwork Take the united taxi out to vegas While the average r'n'b group is doing a promo concert Ignoring your phone calls from broke labels Who try to put out underground mc's Try to get me to rap on a wacky-ass track with one g How dare you try to insult me? I got 40 grand for 3 minutes to write a song with prodigy Other crews don't get, but you got the nerve to call me ?±welcome to the business?± Stand as a witness, work on your stomach, use physical fitness I ain't playin' all this african stuff, all look the same I don't need a joe neckbone puttin' his artwork on my cd Enjoyin' apple jacks and honeycomb, with me sittin' on the throne No, i'm takin the regular picture by the hotel saint bonaventure Besides i do wear a cold blue winter And eat at beautiful resturants... yeah! Yeah, leave me alone! Hey keith, we want you to be ill! Why you think i should wear a motorcycle helmet? Why don't you wear it? Put on some wings like a parrot Let's discuss this contract Why are you hypin' up a normal female group with fat cellulite that sound wack Most of y'all goin' out like uncle toms, like louis armstrongs Wearin' a tattoo and born on stage like tracy chapman I canceled a big tour 'cos i was prepared You're on the roll with your damn money and ya're all scared Why ya'll walkin, look hard like your manager got your name All over your versatile card And plus, this video treatment sucks The fishlens effect The lens to the camera only costs 100 bucks Look at the director trying to tell me what to do I've done this before 14 degrees freezing cold doin' poppa large with a cage over my head, that's dead Don't get your imagination too messed up I'm wearing a yankee hat and a starter I'm not dressing up How you gonna tell me what to wear? I don't need mascara and a stylist Save that for a big rock group like pantera Experience, next plateau, mercury, wild pitch, emi, capitol, dreamworks Never got robbed, put my lyrics away and stuffed Too many people with hands in my projects Havin' fantasies of me being superman, you actin' stupid man I'm like prince You might see me once every 5 years at the record company While most of you live at the label beggin for your rent and car notes to be paid Under the table doing routine dances for advances Oooh... you've been involved... Yeah, leave me alone! Hey keith, we want you to be ill! |
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Yonder comes Willie the weeper*
Saddest looking sight in all the town Had a new love but couldn't keep her Now Willie's crying heart is broken down. You should have seen the smiling face that Willie wore The day he found the thrill of her embrace For the first time in his whole life Willie fell in love But I took the smile right off of Willie's face took his place. Yonder comes Willie the weeper Saddest looking sight in all the town Had a new love but couldn't keep her Now Willie's crying heart is broken down. I put on the smiling face that Willie wore And took her round for everyone to see But she found someone else that she wanted more Now Willie's smiling face laughs back at me look and see. I'm just like Willie the weeper Saddest looking sight in all the town Had a new love but couldn't keep her Now mine and Willie's hearts are broken down... |
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'Zat You, Santa Claus?
Gifts I'm preparing for some Christmas sharing, But I pause because, Hanging my stocking I can hear a knocking. 'Zat you, Santa Claus? Sure is dark out, ain't the slightest spark out. 'Pon my slackened jaw! Who's there? Who is it stopping for a visit? 'Zat you, Santa Claus? Are you bringing a present for me, Something pleasantly pleasant for me? Then it's just what I've been waiting for. Would you mind slipping it under the door? Cold winds are howling, or could that be growling? My legs feel like straws. My my oh me my, kindly would you reply? 'Zat you, Santa Claus? Hanging the stocking, I can hear a knocking. 'Zat you, Santa Claus? I say, who's there, who is it? Are you stopping for a visit? 'Zat you, Santa Claus? Oh there, Santa, you gave me a scare. Now stop teasing cause I know you're there. We don't believe in no goblins today, But I can't explain why I'm shaking that way. Bet I can see ole Santa in the keyhole. I'll get to the cause. One peek and I'll try there; oh oh, there's an eye there! 'Zat you, Santa Claus? Please, please, pity my knees! Say that's you, Santa Claus! |