Who’s in the strawberry patch with Sally
Now that she’s not picking them with me?
Of all the saddest words
That I have ever heard
The saddest is the story
Told me by a bird
He had spent about and hour
Chatting with a flower
and here ís the tale the flower told
I’m a lonely little petunia in an onion patch,
an onion patch, an onion patch
So you tell lies
All the people you became
Your flowers don’t bloom
Your flowers never bloom
All the tales are told
All the orchids gone
Lost in my own world
Now I care for dead gardens
There once was a farmer who took a young miss
In back of the barn where he gave her a
Lecture on horses and chickens and eggs,
And told her that she has such beautiful
Manners that suited a girl of her charms,
A girl that he’d like for to take in his
Washing and ironing, and then if she did,
They could get married and raise lots of
Sweet violets, sweeter than the roses,
Covered all over from head to toe,
Covered all over with sweet violets.
There was a farmer who had a dog
And Bingo was his name-O
B-I-N-G-O, B-I-N-G-O, B-I-N-G-O
And Bingo was his name-O
He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs throughout the south
He spoke through tears of 15 years how his dog and him traveled about
The dog up and died, he up and died
And after 20 years he still grieves
What gentler eye, what nobler heart
Doth warm the winter’s day?
Than the true blue orb and the oaken core
Of beloved Old Dog Tray?
Mama tries hard to pretend
That things will get better again
Somehow she’s keepin’ it all inside her
But finally the tears fill our eyes
And I know that somewhere tonight
She knows how much we really miss her
And I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole
No one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried
Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading I denied
That leaves only me to blame 'cause Mama tried
Mother I need her
I’m falling apart
Mother I need her
And it’s only the start
I may be nothing now but I will rise
I’ll have more followers than Jesus Christ
“M” is for the many things she gave me.
She gave me the Queen
She gave me the King
She was wheelin’ and dealin’
Just doin’ her thing
She was holdin’ a pair
But I had to try
Her Deuce was wild
But my Ace was high
I’m a rambler and a gambler, I come home drunk every night,
I just came up to tell you that I’m ragged but I’m right.
Takes over slowly
But doesn’t last very long
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, can you do the fandango?
We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
But the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
The waiter brought a tray
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale
As the moon climbs high o’er the dead oak tree,
Spooks arrive for the midnight spree.
Creepy creeps with eerie eyes,
Start to shriek and harmonize.
Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize.
We’ll pick up Hazy Davy and Killer Joe
And I’ll take you all out to where the gypsy angels go
They’re build like light
And they dance like spirits in the night (all night), in the night (all night)
Oh, you don’t know what they can do to you
Spirits in the night (all night), in the night (all night)
Stand up right now and let them shoot through you
Prepare yourself you know it’s a must
Gotta have a friend in Jesus
So you know that when you die
He’s gonna recommend you
To the spirit in the sky
Gonna recommend you
To the spirit in the sky (spirit in the sky)
That’s where you’re gonna go when you die (when you die)
When you die and they lay you to rest
You’re gonna go to the place that’s the best