dona??t see those Higher death toll whenever we roll That process is pivotal My pitiful poverty-struck criminals will get a Jew Then we lounge in a Spanish-style house
South Lyrics: Traditional Music: Traditional This was played a few times by Jerry with David Grisman in 1990-92 and long before that with the Sleepy
't believe I only came here to watch the bulls fight Tell my mother, "I need a good lawyer" Tell my father, "I'm getting a tan" My sleepy siesta down
got a lil' dog But daddy had her cat on the side He would hide her from his ride decide not to divide Kept the yam in the (hide) the spouse in the house
Hey babe, it's me parked outside your house I know that he's asleep, so listen to me now Darlin', I'm tired of living just in your dreams I'm getting
mid-wife said And straight away began to pray with lifted head He spent the early hours Communing with the morning stars And then he came over to my house
the bite on that great big bark Waste here, souvenir land Don't feed, nobody your hand Rest room photograph pachyderm cat house, hot zoo Three sleepy
The cops are hanging around the house Cars outside look like they?ve got the blues The moon don?t know if it?s day or night Everybody?s creeping around
my house down Raise the roof and get on the floor Let's bring my house down Really wanna hear you shouting more, more, more You can stay in bed With a sleepy
June, another sleepy dusty Delta day I was out choppin' cotton and my brother was bailin' hay And at dinner time we stopped and walked back to the house
third of June Another sleepy, dusty I was out chopping cotton And my brother was bailing hay And at dinner time we stopped and walked back to the house
Still I carry this feeling When you came into my house You won't be walking out the door Still I carry this feeling When you came into my house You
Memories, of the ghetto Getting paid, getting laid and incarcerated (ghetto memories) [Afroman rapping] I hop out my car and stroll brotha Afroman, young soul brotha Late night crack house
Well mama go a tippy tippy toein' through the house Gotta see what's the matter with the baby It's been a bawlin' and a squallin' and a kickin' on the
any sense and talk that bullshit like aint nothing going on but the rent and want a little more graditude I pay the rent now get the fuck out my house
wrapped in a rag so put the African slave jewelery in the bag motherfuckers tell me, that a diamond is forever but is it worth the blood of Malcolm and Mekka evers? house
through the doorway, waded through the floor Tried to head in the general direction of the bathroom door The truest room in the whole damn house Singin
despair We were lazy long hairs dropping our, lost confused, and copping out Convinced our futures were in doubt and trying not to care We lived in the house