Soul Singer in the session band Shredded confetti beneath a microphone stand Saw the Conflict of Interest slipping cash in the hand Of the Soul Singer in the session band
singer in a band I'm humbled when you take the time To hear my life in verse and rhyme But when it comes to heros I know I'm just a singer in a band
band I'm humble when you take the time To hear my life and verse and rhyme But when you look for heroes know that I'm just A singer in a band A singer
singer in a band I?m humbled when you take the time To hear my life in verse and rhyme But when it comes to heroes, know that I?m just a singer in a band
fast with the slow ones Living, breathing Songs about loving and leaving Mama don't get it, preacher don't understand Why I'm a singer in a cowboy band
Singer in the session band Shredded confetti beneath a microphone stand Saw the Conflict of Interest slipping cash in the hand Of the Soul Singer in the session band
if you sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing For the love you bring won't mean a thing Unless you sing, sing, sing, sing, sign Ohh baby sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing
band was singin', "Shakin' all over" When the band was singin', "Shakin' all over" When the band was singin', "Shakin' all over" Scoop it out really When the band
I can still hear your voice in the evening I see your sweet face your blue eyes so bright God took you away and left me so lonely The angels are singing
I often sing, for those I love Who go to live, with Christ above No more on earth, their forms I'll see When I am gone, who'll sing for me Who'll sing
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band comes round to pick me up, I holler, "Hello, boys" I gotta mess my hair up, I'm gonna make some noise brrr Can blue men sing the whites Or are they hypocrites for singing
Boston, Mass. is the rippen'ist town Don't smoke, don't drink, don't fuck around Kill anyone with a beer in their hand 'Cause if you drink you're not
He snuck out of the city The night it had come early She always used to say Life's a dirty business So why not do it While the world's in bed And there
And like that I would be At the Paramount in '43 And I sing Ringing in the good times Swinging with the big boys Singing with the big bands Singing with the big bands
the moonlight I don't know when I felt like this before About ten long years ago When the band was singin' "Shakin' all over." When the band was singin
all go by different names But their point's the same. Every rose has it's thorn Just like every dog has their bone And every rock band sings a sad sad