#AmericanWriters
Hey Nelly Nelly, come to the wind… Hey Nelly Nelly look at what I s… He’s riding into town on a sway ba… Got a tall black hat and he looks… He sure is talkin’ like he’s been…
The morning sun touched lightly on The eyes of Lucy Jordan In her white suburban bedroom In a white suburban town, As she lay there ‘neath the covers…
Well it wasn’t too very long ago y… And other folks walked around kind… Sayin’ Yowzah and Sho nuff and Y… It was ashes to ashes and dust to… So they quietly moved to the back…
Everything’s wrong, Days are too long, Sunshine’s too hot, Wind is too strong. Clouds are too fluffy,
He rode through the woods on a big… He had fists as hard as choppin’ b… Five hundred pounds and nine feet… Talk about workin’, when he swung… You could hear it ring for a mile…
Every time I’ve raced my shadow When the sun was at my back, It always ran ahead of me, Always got the best of me. But every time I’ve raced my shad…
Well hey Miss Go-Go won’t you st… Cause the song you dance to it got… There’s a lotta things those long… Yeah but the words don’t reach ya Oh where you’re goin’ you dance to…
There’s a light on in the attic. Though the house is dark and shutt… I can see a flickering flutter, and I know what it’s about. I can see it from the outside,
Hey dragged up my holly and I pul… Hey rig down the road I tore 'em… I wheeled right in them swinging d… Out through the window with half o… Everybody stopped and roared here…
Oh they won’t let us show it at th… They think we’re gonna grab it if… And they won’t let us show it at t… But you can show it in your parlor… You can show it at a party with yo…
Sylvia’s mother says “Sylvia’s bu… too busy to come to the phone”. Sylvia’s mother says “Sylvia’s tr… to start a new life of her own”. Sylvia’s mother says “Sylvia’s ha…
Hector the Collector Collected bits of string, Collected dolls with broken heads And rusty bells that would not rin… Twists of wires, worn-out tires,
Draw a crazy picture, Write a nutty poem, Sing a mumble-gumble song, Whistle through your comb. Do a loony-goony dance
No one’s hangin’ stockin’s up, No one’s bakin’ pie, No one’s lookin’ up to see A new star in the sky. No one’s talkin’ brotherhood,
Now I was hangin’ round Nashville… Watchin’ ‘em laugh and hand ’em ba… So I pawned my guitar and bought… When I seen an old fountain pen l… It was worn-out bent and cast asid…
