Spasms 2:45 Little Willie John (Otis Blackwell, Henry Glover) Recorded Jan 4, 1958 King Single #5108 With Kelly Owens-piano Evrett Barksdale and George
of my project window Oh, I feel uninspired Lookin' out of my project window Oh, it makes me feel, so tired Yo, if this piano's the cake then my words
, ba, loom She was the only one to love him up right Miss Thing, where you gonna go? You ever seen a man jump a piano? Gutter talk, knock 'em dead Pompadour
desert breeze and people drink coffee inside redwood trees renaissance uncles and surgical aunts have polar fleece cousins in old navy pants with heroes all published and pianos
Is it going, is it going, is it going, is it going? I don't know what you're looking for I'm the type of girl that'll look you dead in the eye, eye I
I don't know what you're looking for [Nelly] I'm the type of girl that'll look you dead in the eye (eye) I'm real as they come if you don't know why
I'm the type of girl that'll look you dead in the eye (eye) I'm real as they come if you don't know why im fly-y-y-y-y seen ya try to switch it up but
' I left him all on the block with his top gone Law called his mom and pop they all on their shock join' I was just tryna make some bread for my family And everybody got somebody dead
When I find myself watching the time I never think about All the funny things you said I feel like it's dead Where is it leading me now? I turn around
telling everyone Thought the kettle was a train Thought that Monday was a door frame I tried so hard to finally settle down Heard the fire pop and snap like a tack piano
wild Sonny Liston says it The pimp and the gimp And the guy with the limp I'm on fire Oh yeah, babe, I'm on fire Well the blind piano tuner says it
's always night Well it's always night Yeah I'll go to Rome Rooftop slums Dead beneath pipes and gypsy drums Shade of my cash and drop my class Rent out a piano
cash and your jewelry is what I expect MCA was with it and he's my ace So I grabbed the piano player and I punched him in the face The piano player'
on God The light in the dark with the neon arms The meek he seeks, the beast he calms The head of the good soul department I see myself suddenly on the piano
. It ain't that I don't smoke myself - And I don't reckon they'll hinder your health I've smoked them all my life and I ain't dead yet But nicotine slaves
tonight I need a friend Yesterday is dead and gone and tomorrow's out of sight And it's sad to be alone help me make it through the night [ piano ]
Sittin' here wasted and wounded at this old piano Tryin' hard to capture the moment this mornin' I don't know 'Cause a bottle of vodka still lodged in
you rather be dead or be sold? Sold to the one who can now mate the displaced bloodline With the white jail bait, thinkin' like the keys on Prince's piano