oww!" here comes the great james brown The rock stops here Chuck berry's with "maybelline" The rock stops here Jerry lee's piano's screamin
joints smokin' the pill In walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill He said Willy Lee your name is not Jack Brown You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down [ piano
it The wild sonny liston says it The pimp and the gimp And the guy with the limp says Babe, I'm on fire Babe, I'm on fire The blind piano tuner says
Way back in the hills when a boy I once wandered There beneath the grave lies a girl that I love She was called from this earth a jewel from heaven More
see your mansion on the hill Do you recall when we parted the story to me you revealed You said you could live without love dear in your loveless mansion on the hill [ piano
to the murmur of the leaves Then you throwed your arms around me laid your head upon my chest As we sat beneath the maple on the hill [ piano ] Now we
away Or maybe real nearby He may be pouring her coffee She may be straightning this tie! Maybe in a house All hidden by a hill She's sitting playing piano
From Macao to Acapulco from Havana to Seville We'll see monoliths and bridges and the Christ up on the hill An aria with the Russians at the piano in
middle of silly cotton laced cartwheels I noticed you were jealous and gay. So I lay. Curled up in your shadow. As you play your baby grand piano. I
away or maybe real nearby He maybe pouring her coffee She maybe straightenin' his tie Maybe in a house or hidden by a hill She's sittin' playin' piano
give a shout out to my homeboy in L.A. Wassup boy? Wassup y'all, come on Yo, this goes out to my homeboy Trey Going out in Chapel Hill Yeah, shouts out
turn darkness to suinshine I may find a rainbow behind the next hill But with her beside me and heaven to guide me Lord she thinks I can so I will [ piano
't try to warn ya Put down the cell phone and try to be with me Did you see me disappear? Like vapor rolling through the hills And then the silence of
the cold cold ground cold cold ground gimme a Winchester rifle and a whole box of shells blow the roof off the goat barn let it roll down the hill the piano
mansion on the hill Do you recall when we parted the story to me you've revealed Yes you said you could live without love dear in your loveless mansion on the hill [ piano
(4:40) Written by Stephen Stills and Graham Nash (c) 1990 Gold Hill Music (ASCAP) Well it's high time you realize that I must live my life as it surrounds
From a hill I look down at the lights of a town that lured me and trapped me a while But I broke away now I'm on my way so happy carefree like a child