Honey sit down, I've got something to say. Last night I drowned, I got carried away. Swept up in the feelings, The words poured out of me. This morning
You throw me that look again we both know what it means packing bags and tying up loose ends lettin' go of busted dreams Silence fills the room tonight
Written by Mary Gauthier and Crit Harmon He'd get home at 5:30, fix his drink And sit down in his chair Pick a fight with mama Complain about us kids
the meek had a meeting of minds consistent hypocrisy..hey! that's alright let's overthrow this old guard so hands off the virgin prom queen you can't fool old friends with limousines
swear those fancy boots have danced around this simple town before I said haven't we met before? I swear I've heard that voice ramble on and on about limousines
crazy man And better off left alone Well he stopped one night At a traffic light And when that light turned green He was a mean individual Stranded in a Limousine
Hello Golden issues Like you know Sha too slow Steel pulls in You're just a rotter Like I showed you Guess you're really Like I told you Black mar
two of us to talk And I got in a black limousine And I don't care much for the money But you spend it on me In the back of your black limousine We got
(so damn tough) (fresh) (so damn tough) Everywhere we go downtown or to a show We have two necessities Charlie Mack and our limo He's feared by suckers
of the storm I could give a fuck about you hatin' on my way To the coliseum with seventeen-five waitin' They scream for the limousine, it's all clean
's in the back seat Bompin' all over the road No one, no one touch my limousine Yeah, the Lord, my limousine Yeah, the Lord, my limousine Yeah, the Lord, my limousine
You'd be busted up with stitches comatose With a broken nose I wanna be your limousine Are you diggin' what I mean? I wanna be your limousine Sick and
Romulus with his walking cane and camera She looked like someone's girlfriend, she looked like a dream She looked as unlikely as the people's limousine
wheel dressed so fine I'll never love another my heart and all my dreams Go with you in that long black limousine go with you in that long black limousine
LONG BLACK LIMOUSINE Writers Bobby George and Vern Stovall Copyright 1961 See her ridin' in that long black limousine There's a long line of mourners
We used to ride, baby Ride around in limousines We looked so fine, baby You in white and me in green Drinking and dancing All inside our crazy dream
re with you in that long black limousine Yeah, yeah, they're with you in that long black limousine Yeah, yeah, yeah, they're with you in that long black limousine
fine Oh but I'll never love another cause my heart and my every dream Ride with you in that long black limousine Ride with you in that long black limousine