Song Take Me To The Water - TheBlindBoysOfAlabama. Take me to the water . Take me to the water . Take me to the water . There to be baptized . None but the righteous. None but the righteous. None
Song Every Grain Of Sand - TheBlindBoysOfAlabama. In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need. When the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn seed. There’s a dyin
tiDr. John. arMika. alThe Boy Who Knew Too Much. 00-3. 00Mika - Dr. John. 00-2. 00. I look for joy in a strange place. From the back ofthe bar. From afar. I see the look on my momma's face. When
royalty. All points east, west and in-between General he's a fine old man. Treat him like his own. Boy wouldn't know from money. Just throw old Blind Tom a bone. From the times of King Cotton. May we
Song TheAlabama Waltz - Hank Williams. I was sad and blue, I was down hearted, too. It seemed like the whole world was lost. And I took a chance and we happened to dance. To the tune oftheAlabama
rain. Told me 'bout the flood of twenty-nine. That washed the crops away Underneath that Alabama sky. Grandpa told me 'bout the things he'd seen. Underneath that Alabama sky. I listened to my
. Something ain't going. Something ain't going on. Oh, Dr. John. . I look for joy in a strange place. From the back of a bar. From afar. I see the look on my daddy's face. When his son's falling over
(calling Dr. Love). I've got the cure you're thinkin' of (calling Dr. Love). . And even though I'm full of sin. In the end you'll let me in. You'll let me through, there's nothin' you can do. You
Know that I grow my hair. Just to scare the teacher. My goodness, gracious me!. Ain't Little Johnny a creature And I lost count ofthe times. When I never bathed I'm one oftheboys. One ofthe
Know that I grow my hair. Just to scare the teacher. My goodness, gracious me!. Ain't Little Johnny a creature And I lost count ofthe times. When I never bathed I'm one oftheboys. One ofthe
write * when I'm in the zone,. And I'm sick of blow jobs, bitch leave me alone. And tell Dr. Dre to pick up a phone,. Before I climb through his window like "Nigga I'm Home". Runnin' the rock like
When the Alabamas keel was laid. roll alabama roll. she was laid in the yard of johnathon laird. oh roll alabama roll. she was laid in the yard of johnathon laird. roll alabama roll. she was
guns With the multitudes we feed the grinder. The jaws are closing and the blades will find ya We need no Gods of war, petty excuses, no more. Just what we always wanted. The blood of our kind. Blind
