Peetie Wheatstraw Lyrics
Peetie Wheatstraw Lyrics
"Tennessee Peaches Blues Lyrics"
Sinking feeling Lyrics
Deep in Quick sand You dive in At the shallow end You break your Neck and You’re never ever gonna get up again The glass hous
Deep in Quick sand You dive in At the shallow end You break your Neck and You’re never ever gonna get up again The glass hous
(Neckbones vocal vrs1-3)
I was born in Mississippi
Raised in Tennessee
I was born in Mississippi
An I's raised in Tennessee
But there wimens in Missour-a
Picks on over me
My babes have something
I don't know what it is
My babes have something
I don't know what it is
Ev'rytime she
The Blues Lyrics
He's gonna tell you 'bout his dear old mother Burned up in a factory in Springfield, Mass. He's gonna tell you 'bout his baby brother Hustlin' down the
movesHe's gonna tell you 'bout his dear old mother Burned up in a factory in Springfield, Mass. He's gonna tell you 'bout his baby brother Hustlin' down the
Baby, now I can't be still
Said the peaches I'm loving
Don't grow on no trees
Lord, that peaches I'm loving
Don't grow on no trees
Lord, it's somewhere baby
Just above yo' knees
Well now, you said it's peaches you love
They don't grow on no trees
There another peaches you love
Lyin' Comes So Easy to Your Lips Lyrics
Looking in the mirror Must be harder than you thought Truth is not a pretty sight to see Cheatin' ain't worth cheatin' honey When you're gettin' cau
hey'll grow on no treeLooking in the mirror Must be harder than you thought Truth is not a pretty sight to see Cheatin' ain't worth cheatin' honey When you're gettin' cau
(Where they grow at?)
I b'lieve now you say
Peaches, now grow just above the knees
Well now, b'lieve I'll go
Back down in Tennessee
Right now I b'lieve I'll go
Back down in Tennessee
Well baby, that where the peaches grow, honey
Now just above the knee
Hoo-umm-umm
Reto, you're a technical whiz, masturbating with computers for a legion of kids. Reto, you're a solid state, a microchip and desi
Hoo-hoo-umm
Babe, they're so smooth
Well-well-well, now
Hoo-hoo-ooo-ooo
In your grove
Peaches, growin' on no tree
Like the big wild peaches
Don't grow on no tree
Well, I b'lieve to my soul, now
'At's down in Tennessee.
(piano and guitar to end)