Lala, Lala, come on
Lala, Lala, come on
Lala, Lala, come on
Bad news, don't let it spawn
Well, my old girl was a Cadillac
She was long and sleek and dressed in black
But I caught her cruising with her
Another dude
So I shot him down
With my blue .22
Back home, all I had
Was my guitar
Living in the backwoods
On Betty's farm
Sitting on the front porch
Till the evening come
Living in the backwoods
On Betty's farm
But now they got me running
And they got me to my home
But I won't go
I won't go to York
At night and day
I'll probably be
Nice to have her
Never die
Never die
I'll still be
Never die
Never die
Let's go
Most Romans
Let's go
Too late
To fall asleep
guitar solo
guitar solo
guitar solo
guitar solo
guitar solo
guitar solo
How y'all doing, New York City?
Thank you very much.
See, the whole first half of the song was out of tune
because Gibson won't give me another one of these,
so we've only got one.
Okay, this is the part where I want to get you to participate with us, New York City.
I'm going to sing a line,
and I want you to sing,
and I want you to sing it back to me as loud as you can.
I'll do it once, then you repeat after me.
We'll do it four times.
I want you to make it loud,
because we're recording this,
so I want to make sure you blow your voice out.
Follow after me like this.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Come on, louder.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
All right.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey.
Chitty, titty, bang, bang and I hit the floor
Few little piggies bust down my door
First little piggy went down
The second little piggy started poppin' off rounds
I made a play for the parking lot
People talkin' out somebody got shot
They're never gonna see it my way
So I break for the truck
And hit it on the highway
Once I got it, I just run away
Before three little things
Headed me off the interstate
I'm getting hot, I'm getting hot
And I don't know where to go
I don't know what I got
But back home
All I had was my guitar
Living in the backwoods
Of Danny Storm
Sitting on the front porch
Till evening come
Living in the backwoods
Of Danny Storm
Of Danny Storm
Thank you!
Thank you!
Thank you!