Well, my brother, he was a drinking man and I asked him for release He said, ?This won't do you no good, and sent for the police" Well, they busted me
How Many Moons How Many Moons Has it been since I've seen your face Seems like forever Seems like I'll never Ever get back to that place Where it all
seal it with a kiss There is no way we can miss We'll shoot for the moon Shoot for the moon Let's shoot for the moon We'll Shoot for the moon I hear
On another plane- I'm out of here babe I'm sick and tired of making the grade If I threw you a lie could we still be that close? Another bridge to cross
And that's what the whole thing's all about If it had not been for Lorraine I'd have left here long ago I should have been a musician I love the piano
Hey, nice piano playin', Manilla Thank you, Miss M Whatcha doin' these days? Makin' records Really? Yes, really Do you still play piano for people? Well
flesh, blood and bone don't condone Spent bank loans and homegrown suckers break like Turbo in no zone, when I, grab the broom moon-walk platoon hawk
in the flesh, blood and bones Don't condone, spit bank loans and homegrown Suckers break like turbo and ozone When I, grab the broom, moon-walk platoon
look into the stars I look into the moon I'm pushing an elephant up the stairs I'm tossing up punch lines that were never there Over my shoulder a piano
' plans just to be with you Oh I'm a gonna be so sweet to you neath the moon above And I'd like to make everyday with you a holiday for love [ guitar - piano
A blackness covered the moon from a lunar eclipse A passage leads to a tomb beneath the sands of Egypt Candles are lit, and the keys to the pianos are
footwear insoles and I'm running three shops Horrified jelly worms with electric infantago Dinosaur crybabies cookin' shrimp in San Diageo Full moons
a kiss away The future looks so bright and everything's alright Since my baby's home again to stay This must be my lucky day... [ piano ] I never saw the moon
Down in Louisiana There's a grand piano playing man He knows that they can't kid him 'Cause he's got hot rhythm in his hand The blues that he'll compose
(Davenport, Cooley) King single #4935 Pop Chart #24 July 7, 1956, R&B Chart #1 With Jon Thomas-piano, Bill Jennings-guitar, Edwyn Conley-bass Edison
Since I was a child I could read the tides by the colours of the clouds When I grew I left in the spring and took only my piano and some gin But when
the city goes Huck Down the beckonin' streets of opportunity And a whistling his favorite river song And a bad blind nigger at the piano Puts a sinister
sworn to secrecy Woke up in a burnt out basement Sleeping with metal hands in a spirit ditch The moon, it'll rise with a search Horse laughter, it's dragging pianos
