Roger Miller Lyrics
Roger Miller Lyrics
"The Tom Green Country Fair Lyrics"
Silhouette Lyrics
[Instrumental]
[Instrumental]
by D.Linde
(As covered by Roger Miller)
Released on 4 RM albums
(spoken)
You know it's funny how certain things stick with you thru the years,
Like how it fells to be ten years old at the County fair
Hotdog stand,
When you're hungry hotdogs smell so doggone grand
Hoppin' thru the sawdust, runnin' with my brothers
Head to toe we're
I Saw The Angels Fly Lyrics
The first angel in the atmosphere Second is a part of you Third's the wings of death The fourth angel takes your soul Fifth shows you the paradise Sixth angel brings you new life The
smilin', at the Tom Greene county fairThe first angel in the atmosphere Second is a part of you Third's the wings of death The fourth angel takes your soul Fifth shows you the paradise Sixth angel brings you new life The
Rodeo,
Tom Greene county fairs got one fine rodeo
The cowboys are the greatest, the clown he is so funny
You bust your britches laughing, at the Tom Greene county fair
Well a Sunday at the fair can make a memory more valuable than gold
Especially when you're ten years old
Ferris Wheel,
Just like an airplane in the sky, that's how you
South Of Eden Lyrics
I created light, the earth and the sea But who is that fragile creature That dares to challenge me? This paradise I made was perfect by all means All beings in my hands No o
feelI created light, the earth and the sea But who is that fragile creature That dares to challenge me? This paradise I made was perfect by all means All beings in my hands No o
Look down and see the people, wave your arms and holler
Everybody's laughing at the Tom Greene county fair
Night time comes,
Up there on the bandstand we see Billy Swan
Everybody's clappin', Mum and Pop are dancin'
Sawdust is a flyin', at the Tom Greene county fair
Well a Sunday at the fair can make a memory more valuable than gold
Especially when you're ten years old
In My Room Lyrics
In my room we're at the end of the harm I sit and stare at the wall each day's just like the last for I lived in the past In my room where every night is the same I play a d
In my room we're at the end of the harm I sit and stare at the wall each day's just like the last for I lived in the past In my room where every night is the same I play a d
Time to go,
The pickup truck it rattles down the gravel road
And all of us kids sit backwards, lookin' thru the dustcloud
At the lights and the laughter at the Tom Greene county fair
(spoken fadeout)
well step right up and see the three eyed malarkey brothers
smoking one big round cigar fresh from Havana,
see the one legged chicken do the footrace with a sack of....