Women in the Room

My Papa was a hard working mand, Held a plow inside a caloused hand. Up before the sun out on theland. Try to give us everything he can. He sent us off to school when a teacher came, He said, "My boy try hard, do the best you can." But the teach

Give me back my wings Take me to the mountain and let me fly again Higher than the highest cloud Brushing the face of God Wanting your love Longing from above for you Give me back the key Though I don?t know if I?m gonna leave my prison Or close my e

I woke up this morning, And I looked all around. I was looking for my monkey, My monkey couldn't be found. I called the police department, Put out an apb. So if you find my monkey, Send her on home to me. Who stole my monkey, my monkey, my monkey? So

I tell you that I like it just as much as I used to, But it seems like lately I've been staying confused, I fell like I'm surrounded and I don't know what to do. Just to many women, too many women in the room. Too much, not enough. Too much party, I'

Hey ho, I want to go Down to Breaux Bridge to the Zydeco show. Hey ho, why don't you come along, Listen to the rhythm of the Zydeco song. Way down in Louisiana by the old bayou, Everybody grooving on the Zydeco chaud. Little bitty baby and her old gr