Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: C.W. MccallНазвание : Comin` Back For MoreДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : country classic country singer-songwriter trucker male vocalists Видео:
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`Way up in the snow Where the scrub oaks grow And the coneys and the picas play Where the marmots abound All a-diggin` in the ground And the wind blows cold all day There`s a little pile a` stones On a little pile a` bones That`s a-what the archaeologists say But the folks in Lake City Well, they sing a different ditty It would like to make your hair turn gray Now, it`s kind`a hard to find But it`ll altercate your mind If you happen to go the right way You take Slumgullion Pass And don`t stop for no gas Until you get yourself to Al`s CafГ© It was the genuine, original Highly pathological Finger-lickin` digital cafГ© It was Al Packer`s Legendary Coronary Fast-food Cannibal Bar and Buffet Some dark night You gonna see a weird light Up on Cannibal Plateau, they say It`s a scrub oak fire Like a funeral pyre Old Packer`s been a-cookin` all day A-when the coyotes howl And the cougar`s on the prowl They ain`t lookin` for your customary prey Nah, they`re waitin` for bones In a pile a` hot stones At old Al Packer`s CafГ© [Chorus] Comin` back for more Comin` back for more Baby, comin` back for more Al`s Cafe Comin` back for more Comin` back for more Baby, comin` back for more (Old Al Packer Was a real bone-cracker Got lost in a blizzard one day ) When the boys went to get `im Old Al just et `em And he buried all the bones in the clay Now you know them fellas Wasn`t toasted marshmellas And they didn`t fall asleep in the hay But it had been a hard winter So he had `em all for dinner And they didn`t find their boots until May Well, the folks in Lake City Showed very little pity So they sentenced him to hang next day But before they could noose `im Old Al got loose an` He`s a-lookin` for you, today Boohoohaha [Courtesy of Chip Davis.] [Chorus] Comin` back for more Comin` back for more Baby, comin` back for more Al`s Cafe Comin` back for more Comin` back for more Baby, comin` back for more (Now `way up in the snow Where the scrub oaks grow And the coneys and the picas play ) Where the marmots abound All a-diggin` in the ground And the wind blows cold all day There`s a little pile a` stones On a little pile a` bones That`s a-what the archaeologists say But the folks in Lake City Well, they sing a different ditty It would like to make your hair turn gray Now, it`s kind`a hard to find But it`ll altercate your mind If you happen to go the right way You take Slumgullion Pass And don`t stop for no gas Until you get yourself to Al`s CafГ© It was the genuine, original Highly pathological Finger-lickin` digital cafГ© It was Al Packer`s Legendary Culinary Fast-food Cannibal Bar and Buffet Some dark night You`re gonna see a weird light Up on Cannibal Plateau, they say Boohoohaha [Chip again.] It`s a scrub oak fire Like a funeral pyre Old Packer`s been a-cookin` all day And when the coyotes howl And the cougar`s on the prowl They ain`t lookin` for your customary prey Aahoohoohoohoo [Yeah, it`s Chip.] Nah, they`re waitin` for bones In a pile a` hot stones At old Al Packer`s Cafe Bleah! [Could it be... Davis?] | Похожие исполнители:
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