He's gonna tell you 'bout his dear old mother Burned up in a factory in Springfield, Mass. He's gonna tell you 'bout his baby brother Hustlin' down the
Reflections of my own life flash like a fire Powder burns the memories life seems a bad dream Fall for cenetries physical and the mental When I crashed
1 Um bash dash I had to break, I had to get away Pack my bags, headed for grey hound and it was a Monday Time to start my mission, I felt that burning
for being liars When they claim they protect the sire But weren't able to borrow my intro with two black gloves and a yard of piano wire [Madchild
in pale moonlight Snakes in the grass but the scales don't move right Fight when you need to bite when you have to Run no never stand ground then we smash (Chorus) Prevail: Virtuoso piano
] Sadly, tragedy happen Lost in captivity, imagine me happily clappin Big barrels, heavy ammo, man the mammal Packed in commando, rapidly practice supreno Crack my fingers on pianos
inside of me Never try to be something you not- and don't lie to me Ebony and ivory Keys on my piano playin' Tryin' to test some music, but the rhythm
my love will be true always and forever I'll love just you Just promise me darling your love in return Make this fire in my soul dear forever burn My
is stirring Even the mouse So burn, so burn Burn the flames higher, higher, higher, and higher So burn, burn the flames Never to expire So burn... Burn
(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
Breaking up in the station, a final train I don't even know if I'll ever see you again Is it a choice that we even have? Bang, bang down on piano 'til
read between the lines The only thing I can't disguise Is the fire in my eyes How I wish that you were here Because I long to hold you near Burns like
. Now I'm undercover, Now I'm letting it go. Not undercover, I'm glad that they know. So best of luck to you, And the burning barge that floats
pianos wash up on a foggy coast Squeaky old organs have given up the ghost Fire them up and kill the piano birds There's creaky old organs burning on
Time's been good to me time took your memory Erased it slow but well now I can almost tell The fire that used to burn is gone and won't return I'm close
Stop joking around for one minute I'd rather cry right now And play those sad notes on the piano Let the rest of the band go home 'Cause I'll lead you
kick the blues and pay respect where respect is due all praises to GOD the one I return to the one I can turn to when I'm feelin burned to the bone