police officer how can it be you arrest everybody but you never rest me
two police officers lying in a can, each one of them wishing that the other was a ham
I rosin my fiddle and string up my bow but I still don’t get welcome wherever I go
If the ocean was liquor and i was a duck, i’d go to the bottom and then I’d come up
walking down fourth street and turning on beale
looking for the old man that they’re calling lucille
we’re going to to put him in the old folks home
take all his money and if he won’t give us some
in the middle of the ocean there grows a green tree and never will the old man give my money all to me
I’ve played cards in england I’ve played em in spain, I’ll bet you twenty dollars that I’ll play cards again