The Foghat Lyrics
The Foghat Lyrics
"Down The Road A Piece Lyrics"
Spanish Train Lyrics
There's a Spanish train that runs between Quadalquivir and old Seville And at dead of night the whistle blows And people fear she's running still... And then they hus
There's a Spanish train that runs between Quadalquivir and old Seville And at dead of night the whistle blows And people fear she's running still... And then they hus
Don Raye - MCA Music - ASCAP
Now if you wanna hear some boogie like I'm gonna' play,
It's just an old piano and a knocked-out bass,
The drummer man's a cat they call Kickin' McCoy,
I know you remember that old rubber-leg boy.
Mama cookin' chicken, fried in bacon grease,
Come on along boys, it's just down the road apiece.
{Da
AIN'T NOBODY'S BUSINESS IF I DO Lyrics
by Porter Grainger and Everett Robbins There ain't nothing I can do, or nothing I can say, Some folks will criticize me. So I'm gonna do just what I want to anyway, A
ve - Solo}by Porter Grainger and Everett Robbins There ain't nothing I can do, or nothing I can say, Some folks will criticize me. So I'm gonna do just what I want to anyway, A
Well, there's a place you really get your kicks,
Its open every night, from 'bout twelve to six.
If you wanna hear some boogie, you can get your fill,
They shoot the eight beat to you like an old steam drill.
Come on along you can to lose your lease,
Down the road, down the road, down the road apiece
{Dave - Solo}
Well, ther
OVER AND OVER Lyrics
Sometimes I feel like I'm dying at dawn and sometimes I'm warm as fire But lately I feel like I'm just gonna rain and it goes over, and over, and over again, yeah Too
's a place you really get your kicks,Sometimes I feel like I'm dying at dawn and sometimes I'm warm as fire But lately I feel like I'm just gonna rain and it goes over, and over, and over again, yeah Too
Its open every night, from 'bout twelve to six,
If you wanna hear some boogie, you can get your fill,
They shoot the eight beat to you like an old steam drill.
Come on along, you can lose your lease,
Down the road, down the road, down the road apiece.
Down the road, down the road,
Down the road, down the road,
Gonna write a letter to my baby And this is what I'm gonna say Second thought I think I'll take the time To say it to her face I can't eat, I can't sleep I feel I
Well, momma cookin' chicken, fried in bacon grease,
Come on along boys, it's just down the road apiece.
Down the road, down the road,
Down the road, down the road,
Down the road, down the road.
Well, it's better than chicken fried in bacon grease,
Come on along boys, it's just down the road apiece.