Gone and got the blues in Paris Paris blues called Azure-Te How can I be blue in Paris? It's easy 'cause you're far away Can't lose these blues, this
Picture a fellow with his boots shined up A new coat of clean on his pick-up truck Ringin' your doorbell, thinkin' about love Hey, honey that's me That
One, two, three, get it Livin' with my back against the wall Nowhere but forward to fall Well, I close my eyes, somebody will catch my breath Oh my Lord
I stopped off at the quicksack for some beer and cigarettes This old man took my money as he stared at my Corvette He said, "I had one just like her son
D G D I stopped off at the quicksack for some beer & cigarettes G D
I just love that good old gospel singing 'I'll Fly Away's' my favorite song I just love that good old time religion This old world has gone without it
Well, we love to teach about And we love to preach about We love to sing about our Jesus All down on our knees and pray And thank him in our special
Brothers and sisters sing a happy song Brothers and sisters ooh come on Sing y'all la la la la la cha-lock-a lock-a lock-a La la la la cha-lock-a lock
Man, don't you know this woman you want and crave Is the queen of my kingdom? When she walks through the garden Roses drop petals to cushion the foot
chanter tout haut Ce que je pense tout bas Je voudrais chanter nos sexes Qui unissent nos corps Et pour ne pas qu'elle se vexe Je chanterai la
p'tit bout de chanson Chante ta nostalgie On se ressemble un peu Toi et moi ca fait deux Et ca se multiplie Chante ta nostalgie Je chanterai
Picture a fellow with his boots shined up A new coat of clean on his pick-up truck Ringin' your doorbell, thinkin' about love Hey honey that's me! That
Man don't you know This woman you want and crave Is the queen of my kingdom When she walks through the garden Roses drop pedals To cushion the foot steps
J'ai pris la route de Dijon Pour voir un peu la Marjolaine La belle, digue digue don Qui pleurait pres de la fontaine Mais elle avait change de ton Il
{Refrain:} Honte a cet effronte qui peut chanter pendant Que Rome brule, ell' brul' tout l' temps... Honte a qui malgre tout fredonne des chansons A Gavroche
I stopped off at the quicksack for some beer & cigarettes This old man took my money as he stared at my Corvette He said, I had one just like her son,
I just love that good old gospel singing I'll Fly Away's my favorite song I just love that good old time religion this old world has gone without it much
Well we love to teach about and we love to preach about We love to sing about our Jesus All done on our knees and pray and thinking in our special way