There ain't no more cane on this Brazos
Oh oh oh
They
Well, life's been good to me
I thank the good Lord
Go if you must go
Turn if you must turn away
Don't
In the darkest hour, in the dead of night
As the
I slap my baby on her
And make it happy
I slap
It's Sunday morning, the club is on
That great cat's still
St. Mother Maria, watch over us please
As we wander around
You got none in your pockets
You got none in your
And this traveling around
It's gonna be the death of me
And
Up in Indiana where the tall corn grows
I do a
I rode across the great high plain
Under the scorchin' sun
My dear I have something to ask you
And I’ll try
I Think I'll look around for a whooping crane
I Think
Ain't it somethin'
Ain't it somethin'
Ain't it somethin'
How the way things
I've got some birds outside
What sit on my window sill
Some
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