#AmericanWriters
She was dancin’ when I seen her,… In a neighborhood they call 'La Z… She had a child’s smile, but she t… It would take a lot of gold to get… Acapulco Goldie, donde did you go…
This evening I unzipped my skin And carefully unscrewed my head, Exactly as I always do When I prepare myself for bed. And while I slept a coo-coo came
There is a voice inside of you that whispers all day long, ‘I feel that this is right for me, I know that this is wrong.’ No teacher, preacher, parent, frie…
I will not play at tug o’ war. I’d rather play at hug o’ war, Where everyone hugs Instead of tugs, Where everyone giggles
She’s a liberated lady and she’s l… And she don’t need your protection… And she does not want your help. And if you’re lookin’ for some pre… You better go look somewhere else,
You may be lookin’ for me but I a… I’m still lookin’ for myself and… When I found who I am and where… And if you come round again maybe… You wanna follow me but honey can’…
My beard grows down to my toes, I never wears no clothes, I wraps my hair Around my bare, And down the road I goes.
Alimony alimony I work till my fi… Me oh my oh goodness sake I’m pay… She calls it alimony alimony yeah… Till one of these days you’re gonn… Pom pom I walk around ragged like…
Unwind my mind oh baby drain my br… Unscrew my head take a part of my… Scrape away the pain and start all… I tell you baby I don’t understan… While you’re lookin’ at the pictur…
(Hey the truth might hurt so I’m… Hey you better not ask me where I… Why my eyes are shinin’ and my spi… You better not ask if I been doin… And you better not ask me bout the…
Ricky was 'L’ but he’s home with… Lizzie, our ‘O,’ had some homewor… Mitchell, 'E’ prob’ly got lost on… So I’m all of love that could mak…
I’ll sing you a poem of a silly yo… Who played with the world at the e… But he only loved one single thing… And that was just a peanut-butter… His scepter and his royal gowns,
The hard coal’s called bituminous, Or is that anthracite? Stalactites grow down from caves, Or do I mean stalagmites? Those fluffy clounds are nimbus -
Well, my daddy left home when I w… and he didn’t leave much to Ma and… just this old guitar and a bottle… Now I don’t blame him because he… but the meanest thing that he ever…
All the Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas Layin’ in the sun, Talkin’ 'bout the things They woulda coulda shoulda done... But those Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas