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. All she ever says is go to hell Uncle Violet flew as a pilot. And there ain't no pretty girls in France. Now he runs a tiny little bookie joint. They say he never keeps it in his pants Uncle Bill
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. Everything was fine until she told on uncle Bill. When he said he only wanted to hold her. She had to run away But when it rains. The past gets washed away and then. She smiles 'cause she knows in the end
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We cut the cake everybody danced and some people drank too much. You looked like the cover of Brides magazine and I looked like some guy in. The tux. I'll never forget when your Uncle Bill pulled
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Monday morning we'll be headed out to the the field . We'll be doin' everything for Papa and ol' Uncle Bill . Well, come Friday night we'll be headed to town . Tryin' to pick up any woman hanging around
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doin' our thing for Papa and ol' Uncle Bill. Lord, overcome Friday night we'll be headin' to town. Tryin' to pick up any woman hanging around. And do some down south jukin', lookin' for a peace of
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we'll be headin' out to the field. And we'll be doin our thing for Papa and ol' Uncle Bill. Lord, but then come Friday night we'll be headin to town. Tryin' to pick up any woman hanging around. And do
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Song Roly Poly - Terence Trent D'Arby. Your dangerous charm and your. Glamorous arrogance thrilled me. In the melancholy winter time. (Uncle Bill please give me time) But this war of attrition
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Song Roly Poly - Terence Trent D'Arby. Your dangerous charm and your. Glamorous arrogance thrilled me. In the melancholy winter time. (Uncle Bill please give me time) But this war of attrition
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Song Everything'S Okay - Hank Williams. I went to the country just the other day. To see my uncle Bill and sorta pass the time away. I asked him how he'd been since last, I'd passed his way. He
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. Everybody says, "Are you going my way?". Uncle Tom still workin' for Uncle Bill. Scarlet Town is under the hill. Scarlet Town in the month of May. Sweet William Holme on his deathbed lay. Mistress Mary by the
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good old country Christmas alright. Aunt Annie Belle will be here Uncle Bill and their nine kids. We'll make pallets on the floor just like we always did. Grandma bake the pies and cakes, oh, what a
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It's Saturday night and my daddy's up late pickin' with my uncle, Bill. The neighbors don't mind 'cause they have a good time sippin'. On my pappy's still old brother Ben got a fiddle in his hands
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Oh, the people would come from far away. They'd dance all night till the break of day. When the caller hollered do-si-do. You knew Uncle Pen was ready to go Late in the evening about sundown
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Woo, are we movin' too slow?. Have you seen us, uncle Remus?. We look pretty sharp in these clothes, yes, we do. Unless we get sprayed with a hose It ain't bad in the day if they squirt it your
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demanding his rights. Down there in the dungeon, counting in a pod. His parole was out-of-sight, yeah (They framed him Yes they framed him). Three Cheers For Uncle George. (They framed him Yes they framed
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Oh yeah. Just for the record let's get the story straight. Me and Uncle Tom were fishing it was getting pretty late. Out on a cypress limb above the wishin' well. Where they say it got no bottom
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you'd call Uncle. They'd like to sink their teeth into you. For the pride and the pleasure. And the privilege of having you If I say, you're the one, do you think that I'm serious?. You get that kind
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He's your uncle, not your dad. He's the best friend you ever had. So, come on, dig, dig, dig in until it hurts. Just remember Pearl Harbor The Alamos and nothing could be worse He's your favorite
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Uncle John's band playing to the tide. Come on along or go alone,. He's come to take his children home. . It's the same story the crow told me. It's the only one he knows. Like the morning sun you
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BILL WHEN ARE YOU COMING BACK. 1970 Jobete Music Corporation. Written by Pam Sawyer. As performed by The Supremes from the Motown Lp RIGHT ON Every morning waiting for the mailman to come. But
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he flew to baghdad. In his magical armchair. With cigarettes and six pack. Yeah, he just got back. The spit's flying everywhere. Hey hey hey hey. . Chorus. Your uncle walter's going on and on
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Don't mess with Bill. Don't mess with Bill. Don't mess with Bill. Don't mess with Bill Now I know he's the guy who put tears in my eyes. A thousand times or more. Oh, but ev'rytime he would
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Well, the whole town listened to the radio. For the Smiling Bill McCall Show. Everyone in Nashville. Was listenin' to Bill I don't want to be layin' in bed. When they pronounce me dead He'd stand
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Well, the whole town listened to the radio. For the Smiling Bill McCall Show. Everyone in Nashville. Was listenin' to Bill I don't want to be layin' in bed. When they pronounce me dead He'd stand
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Song Kentucky Waltz - Bill Monroe. We were waltzin' that night in Kentucky. 'Neath the beautiful harvest moon. And I was the boy that was lucky. But it all ended too soon. As I sit here alone in
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I've got a lot of blues on my mind. And at least a million miles behind me. And all that I've got between me and pauper's hill. Is a wrinkled, crinkled, wadded dollar bill Lake Michigan wind sure
