#AmericanWriters
I opened my eyes And looked up at the rain And it dripped into my head And flowed into my brain So pardon this wild crazy thing I…
Oh the changing of the seasons it’… And though I find this balmy weat… There’s the wind come from tomorro… And I’m bound for the changing of… Oh it’s blowin’ in Chicago and it…
'Twas sunset down in old Key West The locals all were high. The tourists snapped their photogr… And munched their Key Lime pie. And meanwhile down at Sloppy Joe’…
If you were only one inch tall, yo… The teardrop of a crying ant would… A crumb of cake would be a feast And last you seven days at least, A flea would be a frightening beas…
On the way to the bottom I met an ole friend of mine He said 'Buddy, I do believe this is the end of the line’ I said 'The end of the line’
I used to be a prancer a one-eyed song and dancer But eyes for true romance I didn’t even try I’d get’em and forget’em
I made myself a snowball As perfect as could be. I thought I’d keep it as a pet And let it sleep with me. I made it some pajamas
Oh, I’m being eaten By a boa constrictor, A boa constrictor, A boa constrictor, I’m being eaten by a boa constrict…
Last night, while I lay thinking… some Whatifs crawled inside my ear and pranced and partied all night… and sang their same old Whatif son… Whatif I’m dumb in school?
Well now I once knew a woman list… And the first time I seen her I k… Well now she swore she’d love me a… God damn but I don’t even remembe… Well now I once knew a woman and…
In the laid back California town… Lived a girl named Pearly Sweetca… You probably knew her well She was stoned 15 of her 18 years And her story was widely told,
Small as a peanut, Big as a giant, We’re all the same size When we turn off the light Rich as a sultan,
She had to die. This Omoo knew. He also knew he could not kill her… Not even try to kill her. Those eyes. Would look at him. No…
Well I’ve told you someday I’d ha… And you would see me grinnin’ from… Look in my pocket this ain’t gabba… Oh oh someday’s here And I told you someday I’ll come…
Once there was a tree.... and she loved a little boy. And everyday the boy would come and he would gather her leaves and make them into crowns