Midnight guitar strumming, being one with the moon. Laying down my lyrics, near a lovely lagoon, With a bucket of shrooms, and a staffy to pat. Mans
her honey bee, I called her love but she just still didn't want to she just never wants to Damn! I sent her every type of flower I played the guitar
bend The guitar of Eddy Arnold memories of Cattle Call Chet Atkins will be with him when the work's all done this fall From the autoharp of Maybelle Wildwood Flower
[Kool Keith: singing] This is for the people, up in Utah Walking on snow This is for the people, in Des Moines, Iowa Show 'em where to go This is for
: Dirty old street all slushed up in the rain and snow Little boy and his ma shivering outside a rundown music store window That night on top of a Christmas
: [Kool Keith: singing] This is for the people, up in Utah Walking on snow This is for the people, in Des Moines, Iowa Show 'em where to go This is for