: You can knock me down Slap my face Slander my name All over the place Do anything that you want to do But oh, oh honey Lay off them blue suede shoes
: Well, they took some honey from a tree Dressed it up and they called it me Everybody's trying to be my baby Everybody's trying to be my baby Everybody
: Ain't no doubt about it This must be love One little kiss from you And I feel glad all over Oh baby I don't It's silly But I'm glad all over Yeah,
the sound of the desperation bound by our own collision We are the voice of breaking down The static comes alive Beneath the broken skies John Perkins
Well, it's one for the money two for the show Three to get ready now go, cat, go But don't you step on my blue suede shoes Well you can do anything but
'all about as good as you deserve He did just what he said he's gonna do and the money came in sacks New contracts and Carl Perkins' Cadillac Carl Perkins
Travis Perkins, I can't remember my head float away... Cause I love you and I needed you to stay I can't remember now, I can't remember now, Travis Perkins
One more time Just a little thing they call they poor man blues I've been a working in a cotton field way down south Choppin and a pickin' lord and followin
There was an old woman that lived in a shoe She had so many children, she didn't know what to do They were doin' all right, till she took 'em to town
Mama, here's to mama Who was the first to love me so And tenderly helped me to grow, mama Who cleaned my nose and washed my clothes And kept me warm
Well, she goes struttin' down the street In her sophisticated style The way she's dressed was a knocking 'em wild The cats started gazing till they called
Every time it rains, baby, I run to my window And all I do is rain my hands and moan I listen to that thunder roll Can't you hear that lonesome wind moan
Well, how can you say you will, when you won't You tell me you do, baby, when you don't? Let me know, honey, how you feel Tell the truth how is love real
no me pidas que me calle porque hay un detalle que te comiste y por eso perdiste y si el sheriff lobo y bj mckay y hasta el gordo perkins fueran todos
sweep up, little sweeper boy It's you who's got the wig on here sweep up, little sweeper boy, sweep up yellow is the color of my true love's crossbow
and bright Then cold and measured Sky high, like a feather Then comin' crashin' to the ground Hard as a snow storm blowing round (c)2000 Brett Perkins
cross the setting sun Love's for sale And you've learned to hawk it With one foot out the door Always ready to run (c)2000 Brett Perkins (KODA) (Thanks
