Daniel, Daniel and the sacred harp, dancing through the clover Daniel, Daniel would you mind, if I look it over I heard of this famous harp years ago
In this dusty little railroad town Smack in the heart of the bible belt Where nothing ever changes While nothing remains the same When first I saw the
I pulled out for San Anton' I never felt so good My woman said she'd meet me there And of course I knew she would The coachman, he hit me for my hook
Catch a taxi to the fountainhead Blinking neon penny arcade A young Caruso on the fire escape Painted face ladies on parade A newsboy on the corner Singing
The general rode for sixteen days The horses were thirsty and tired On the trail of a renegade chief One he'd come to admire The soldiers hid behind the
Well, the comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus The poor little chauffeur, though, she was back in bed On the very next day, with a nose full
Once upon a good time on this very day Somewhere in another universe A band got in a van and drove for miles on end They just this minute got here with
Passion pour moi Poison pour toi Passion pour moi Poison pour toi 'Cause there's blood in the chapel Nails from the wall Demons are having a ball Blood
"And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda" - Eric Bogle Now when I was a young man, I carried me pack, and I lived the free life of a rover From the Murray
Come on up, come on up, come on up and dance Come on up, come on up, come on up and dance Come on up, come on up, come on up and dance Come on up and
Music music, harmony harmony Music music, harmony harmony Keep your heart Keep keep keep your heart Keep your heart Keep keep keep your heart Keep
Take my hand and you will never see the daylight again, Come in, come in, into the blood red chapel of sin, Inside you'll see the horrors of reality,
Come in and shut the door, so I can lay my back down on floor And girl you are so bold, come and take control Ohhhh Riding up and down, do you want my
(Steve Parrish) Well, the alarm clock's ringin' And the sun shines in Morning's on the rise Well, the boss is irate 'Cause you're an hour late And the
I'd like to say hi to all the girls in the balcony Okay-get my Brooke Shields doll out Get my left glove on my left hand Are ya ready? I'm sick of Michael
(Steve Parrish) Well, it's gettin' kinda late in the Valley tonight And the night life's ready to roll All the insomniacs are gettin' ready to rock When
Pepperoni, sourdough and mozzarella cheese Black olives, chives and anchovies Gino's, Pizza Hut and Peter Piper Well, throw me a slice and bring a pitcher
Well, Santa's makin' toys for all the girls 'n' boys Even for their parents so they can get their joys So I wrote him a letter and nothin' could be better