you didn't care for me baby until i started running around and when i found me a woman your love came tumblin down you would go out at night and stay till the break of day your mind was made the other way you say you love me i can't believe its true and

The mother of all that is evil Her lips are poisonous venom Wicked temptress knows how to please The priestess roars, "Get down on your knees" The rite of the praying mantis Kiss the bones of enchantress Spellbound searching through the night A howling

Put down the tools No! Gang boss no! We don't want the whip! As you get weaker - it will get harder So don't be like him Keep your bones of effort and strength Don't sell them to him We don't want no gang boss We want to equalize

Down to the bone “There’s a sadness in your playing,” she said “That penetrates my bones Something in your intonation, something in your tone My name for you is Sad Trombone Yes, my name for you is Sad Trombone.” Now when the light goes out and the music

Go down, soft sound Midnight, car lights Playing with the air Breathing in your hair Go down, go down Step into your skin? I'd rather jump in your bones (jump!) Taking up your mouth so you'll breathe through your nose

Baby, I feel it deep down in my bones There's a part of me no one else has known To the part of me no one else has known When you look in my eyes, I do believe Couldn't tell I was going under Suddenly, suddenly that water Pulls you in, pulls you down

I've felt the hate rise up in me Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves I wander out where you can't see Inside my shell, I wait and bleed You haven't learned a thing I haven't changed a thing The flesh was in my bones The pain was always free

Up with your turret Aren't we just terrified? Shale, screen your worry from what you won't ever find Don't let it fool you Don't let it fool you down Dancing around, folds in her gown Sea and the rock below Cocked to the undertow Bones blood and teeth

I get so weary in the evenin when the suns goin down. When I go to bed at night, And the birds begin to call. Just before the break of day. I get so lonesome when my baby's not around. I feel so sad and lonely, For my baby that ain't all. Well I get up

We all got a hillbilly bone down deep inside And when the band starts banging and the fiddle saws You can't help but hollering, yee haw! When you see them pretty little country queens Man you gotta admit that's in them jeans Ain't nothing wrong, just