Yes, I went on down for to see my true love She is the only girl I will speak of Yes, I dug on down for to see my girl Free her from the devil's world
You've got the bucket, baby I got the chicken You've got the Smith and a Wesson and I got the ammunition Maybe we could shoot the town or sit around finger
We can beat this, you and me Just a matter of degrees I can't calculate this late at night Honeymooners move in wet cement They don't know about the walls
Into the battles, making cages rattle There's a pain that's inside us and we're letting it out Charge right in, we dare to fail No one is giving in, always
Hot steam rising from the door, by the tar road. Crawdads kicking in the dirt. Serious cleavage in pink motels. (The) preacher's emptying his bucket
[Verse 1:] So many times i sit and ask myself why are u afraid to die. What is this fear that blinds u Is it the thought of uncontrollable pain or Suffocating
It's Erick Sermon, no need for those to guess y'all I confess, y'all, when I spit the yiggy yes y'all I gotcha, when that groove hit, no stoppin' ya Tear
Every word I said is what I mean Every word I said is what I mean Everything I gave is what I need Virgin eyes and dirty looks On what I have and why
you said i'm lazy baby you say i'm wasting all my time but i'm not worried darlin' my mission party all the time rock rock the fm radio na na na na na
Bucket's Got A Hole In It 2:46 Trk 18 (Robert Brown) Washboard Sam (Robert Brown) vocal & washboard, Punch Miller - trumpet Bill Broonzy - guitar,
Uh, yeah what up? I know y'all wanna take me down I know y'all wanna see me get clowned I know y'all wanna take my sound And put a nigga like me in the
(clarence williams) Yea! my bucket's got a hole in it Yea! my bucket's got a hole in it Yea! my bucket's got a hole in it I can't buy no beer. Well
Sinking farther than you've gone Wanting more than all you got It isn't as simple as it seems Giving them everything they need I'm playing the part Digging
We started digging for sounds They said we were too loud So calm down, or just go away 'Cause we've got something to say We're not robots More like astronauts
Bulldozer Like a giant clam Run that girl over Get that poseur Rolldozer Bulldozer Ha ha ha ha Ha ha ha ha Son of a dog General dozer Bulldozer Get
survive in a city of steel with all the fears all the fears that I feel my life is wound I can't heel with a bandage with a bandage of steel but I, I
Slicing deep into your excoriated abdomen Slooping out guts when peritoneum is clouen Your septic iliac fossa I excavate Morbid organs I want to extirpate
Yeah, my bucket's got a hole in it Yeah, my bucket's got a hole in it Yeah, my bucket's got a hole in it I can't buy no beer Well I'm standin' on a corner