I've been struggling up here, child, trying to make a living Everybody wants to take, nobody like giving I wish I was in Memphis back home there with
I bought a brand-new air-mobile It custom-made, 'twas a Flight De Ville With a pow'ful motor and some hideaway wings Push in on the button and you can
So long, Jean, got a little show, thanks for the Bordeaux I got to go, push my pirough way down the bayou They got a band up on the stand and a beautiful
Good night, sweethearts It's time to go now Arrivederci, tally-ho, au revoir, adio You've been so wonderful, I don't wish to go But this completes my
(Spoken:) Lord have mercy, got to tell it, tell it just like it is, ev??®y word. Yeah! I was living in St. Louis In the year of nineteen fifty five Mama
Come on up to me baby Make me shake and shout Come on up to me baby Make me move about Come on up to me baby Come and check me out I can't dance by Tchaikovsky
Well, down in Tennessee, close to Mississippi 'Bout a mile out of Toulouse, on the way to Memphis There's a road turning south that's rather rocky and
California, California Much has been told me about your beautiful sunshine Mountains and snow tops, valleys and rich crops California, home so far from
Looks like I'll go on through my life bound in sorrow I'm a loser right from the start Now I've lost the only one I really loved And I'm bound to this
Baby, here I stand before you With my heart in my hand I put it to you mama Hoping that you'll understand Hey yeah, baby Mama, please don't dog me 'round
Last night, I had a beautiful dream Last night, in the wee wee hours, oh yes Had a beautiful dream Ain't about my childhood sweetheart How true and real
I wanna be your driver, I wanna be your driver I would love to ride you, I would love to ride you around We'll be ready when you want me to drive you
The nine years old and sweet as she can be All dressed up like a downtown Christmas tree Dancin? and hummin? a rock-roll melody She?s the daughter of
Blue, ain't the word for the way that I feel And a storm is brewing in this heart of mine This ain't no crazy dream now, I know that is real You're someone
I guess I'll go to California Seems like I'm always on the run Nobody ever needs a loser We just exist under the sun But someday, somehow, someone may
I'm gonna give you thirty days to get back home I done talked to the gypsey woman on the telephone She gonna send out a world wide hoodoo that'll be the
Dear Dad, don't get mad, What I'm asking for Is by the next semester Can I get another car ? This one here is sick'ning On a wide dual road. I might as
My first and only love I do sincerely ask of you The one and only question That my heart is wondering to Do you love me? Do you mean the things you say