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It's a long way to tipperary. It's a long way to go. . I say, I say, I say, I say. etc. Chicken noises by Pete
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(Pete). If I see you put that on the wall. I'll smack you. (little girl in background). I'm not I'm not. (Pete). You got a mischief look in your eye
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Outlaw Pete. He was born a little baby on the Appalachian Trail. At six months old he'd done three months in jail. He robbed a bank in his diapers and his little bare baby feet. All he said was
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Outlaw Pete. He was born a little baby on the Appalachian Trail. At six months old he'd done three months in jail. He robbed a bank in his diapers and his little bare baby feet. All he said was
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Song Halifax - Pete Yorn. Terrorize the ones you love the most. Take a while to get back from your ghost. It's a miracle you ever left that home. Got something for nothing. Yeah you want to be alone
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Jimmy Wilson had a glass eye, I could see it. And he stuttered sometimes. And he needed a girl friend night times. Didn't know how to go about it. Poor Jimmy Wilson, poor Jimmy Wilson. . All
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Wilson. Chorus. Hey girl, How you doin'. My name is Charile, last name Wilson. I was wonderin' if I could take you out. Show you a good time, invite you to my house. Here is my number, girl you can
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Well, Northern Georgia, highway 41. Beside the carpet mills and the gas stations. There was a music store slash radio shack. With the sound of dreamers jammin' in the back Well, we rocked all night
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Time 258 beach bum music bmi/beachead music, inc. ascap. Producer brian wilson/russ titelman. Mixed by hugh padgham assisted by bob vogt at a & m recording studios. Brian wilson/eugene landy I
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I believe you Mr. Wilson. I believe the things you say. And I'm always thinking of you. When I hear your music play And you know it's true. That Wales is not like California in any way. And
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Jimmy Wilson had a glass eye, I could see it. And he stuttered sometimes. And he needed a girl friend night times. Didn't know how to go about it. Poor Jimmy Wilson, poor Jimmy Wilson. . All
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wouldn't care. We'll steal her Lexus, be detectives, ride round pickin' up clues. We'll name our children Jackie and Wilson, 'raise em on rhythm and blues Lord it'd be great to find a place we could escape
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name is Charlie, last name Wilson. I was wonderin' if I could take you out. Show you a good time, invite you to my house. Here is my number, girl you can call me. And don't forget it baby, the name
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Lainey Wilson. I hit rock and dropped the shovel. Clawed my way out past the rubble. Do my best, stay outta trouble, heaven knows. Sometimes, the picture, it ain't perfect. But there's learnin' in the
