I can't sleep the night, baby What I do? Sleep the night, baby, yeah Because of you Then I wanna tell you the truth, baby Thinking of you, baby That'
On a warm summer night in Arizona Saw a girl, Lord, I want her so bad On a warm summer night in Arizona I saw a girl, Lord, I want her so bad But I got
Sleep 2:53 Little Willie John (Earl Liebieg) 1923 Pop Chart #13 Sep 5, 1960 King Single #5394 With Jimmy Palmer-piano, Fred Jordan-guitar William
Well, I hear you downstairs you're foolin' around With your father's brother and your mother's gown And all the old heroes keep coming 'round To find
Well, I've been up to the mountain Seen the ashes down below I had breakfast with the wise man He told me what he thought I should know And I've been
If tonight were like last night I wouldn't be thinking But dreaming of somewhere I wanted to go If tonight were like last night I wouldn't be sinking
You can think and control all of this thing But you just bought the ticket on the runaway trip You can think that love can never put no changes on you
Poor John Blues Trk 13 3:53 Sleepy John Estes (John Adam Estes) Sleepy John Estes - guitar & vocal Jab Jones - piano & James 'Yank' Rachell - mandolin
(leslie winn satcher/max t barnes) Well it's 9pm, four hours of overtime I'm not working my way up the corporate ladder Just a hard hat on the line,
Aqui estoy, entre el amor y el olvido entre recuerdos y el frio entre el silencio y tu voz Aqui estoy, viendo pasar los segundos, viendo pasar los minutos
slapped tryin' to hold his own Well, who-who, who slapped John? Who-who, who slapped John? Baby, who slapped John when the lights went low-oh? Who-who, who slapped John
slapped tryin' to hold his own Well, who, who, who slapped John? Who, who, who slapped John? Baby, who slapped John When the lights went low? Who, who, who slapped John
but not any time soon y'all Somebody slap me, somebody slap me Can't be this happy, somebody slap me Somebody slap me, somebody slap me Can't be this happy, somebody slap
Well it's 9pm, four hours of overtime I'm not working my way up the corporate ladder Just a hard hat on the line I'm just a hard hat on the line Well
I watch you sleeping, little angel face And on behalf of the human race Welcome to this crazy place I watch you sleeping, innocent and free I don't know
you may? She was slappin' the cakes on me, my friend She was slappin' the cakes on me She was slappin' the cakes on me, my friend She was slappin' the
Well I've been up to the mountain Seen the ashes down below I had breakfast with the wise man He told me what he thought I should know And I've been to
Well, I hear you downstairs; You're foolin' around with your father's brother And your mother's gown. All the old heroes keep coming round To find out