#AmericanWriters
If you want to marry me, here’s wh… You must learn how to make a perfe… And you must sew my holey socks, And soothe my troubled mind, And develop the knack for scratchi…
Hey Lady Godiva, ridin´ through… Naked on your big white horse With your long hair hangin´ down Lady Godiva, you say you´re real… and so shy
Oh, ever since my Masochistic Bab… I got nothin’ to hit but the wal… She loved me when I beat her, But I started actin’ sweeter, And that was no way to treat her a…
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…
I’ll tell you the story of Cloony… Who worked in a circus that came t… His shoes were too big and his hat… But he just wasn’t, just wasn’t fu… He had a trombone to play loud sil…
'Twas sunset down in old Key West The locals all were high. The tourists snapped their photogr… And munched their Key Lime pie. And meanwhile down at Sloppy Joe’…
One picture puzzle piece Lyin’ on the sidewalk, One picture puzzle piece Soakin’ in the rain. It might be a button of blue
Followin’ the trail on the old t… I came to the spot that said 'D… And four feet down my spade struck… Just where the map said a chest wo… But carved in the side were writte…
She’s a liberated lady and she’s l… And she don’t need your protection… And she does not want your help. And if you’re lookin’ for some pre… You better go look somewhere else,
I knew that she belonged to someon… But lonesome-lookin’ women are a w… And so I bought that stuff about… And I figured I would love her so… But just when I got up to leave,…
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…
Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would not take the garbage out! She’d scour the pots and scrape th… Candy the yams and spice the hams, And though her daddy would scream…
Depends on if the judge is fair, Depends how high the heels you wea… Depends on if they count the hair, Depends if they allow the chair.
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…
Last night, while I lay thinking… some Whatifs crawled inside my ear and pranced and partied all night… and sang their same old Whatif son… Whatif I’m dumb in school?