The Reply Is A Song Lyric

Murder tonight in the trailer park

He said come wander with me love

Come wander with me

Away from this sad world

Come wander with me

Oh Lord, Stuck in Lodi again.

Oh Lordy, pick a bale o cotton, oh Lordy, pick a bale a day

He don’ plant taters,
He don’t plant cotton,
An’ dem dat plants’em
is soon forgotten,
But ol’man river,
He jes keeps rollin’along.

Life is a ROCK! But the radio rolled me…

I was tuning in the shine on the light night dial
Doing anything my radio advised
With every one of those late night stations
Playing songs bringing tears to my eyes

All we hear is radio gaa-gaa.

The atmosphere is thin and cold
The yellow sun is getting old
The ozone overflows with radio waves

I never told a soul just how I’ve been feeling about you
but they said it really loud
they said it on the air
on the radio whoa oh oh
on the radio whoa oh oh

There´s a band playing on the radio
With a rhythm of rhyming guitars
They playing “Oh Yeah” on the radio… whoa oh oh oh

I’m on a Mexican radio

Video killed the radio star.

Video killed the radio star

I’m on a Mexican radio
I’m on a Mexiacn radio

Great minds post simutaneously…

This time tomorrow,
reckon where I’ll be
Down in some lonesome valley
hangin’ from a white oak tree

Tie a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree

The only time that I feel at ease
Is swinging up and down in a coconut tree

How high can the sycamore grow? If we cut it down, we will never know.

Under a neon moon…