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Kibbee-Parks
Instrumental |
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| 6:12 |
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| 2:19 |
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| 4:34 |
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When Roosevelt came to the Land of the Hummingbird
Shouts of welcome were heard "Hummingbird, Hummingbird, Hummingbird" His visit to their island is bound to be An epoch in local history Definitely marking the new era Between Trinidad and America We understand that the president had just been On a visit to Brazil and the Argentine With Mr. Cordell Hull in attendance There they took part in a peace conference Struck by his modest style We were intrigued by the famous Roosevelt smile In fact everybody was glad To welcome Roosevelt to Trinidad We were privileged to see the democratic President of the great republic With his charm and his genial personality And his wonderful urbanity To stop war and atrocity And make the world safe for democracy The greatest event of the century In the interest of suffering humanity Port of Spain threw open her gates To the President of the United States In fact everybody was glad To welcome Roosevelt to Trinidad |
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| 3:45 |
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| 8. |
| 4:51 |
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Parks
Paniolo cowboy in a field of sugar cane Once there was a forest where they hid there in the rain Cowboy bowboy cowboy Wanderin' Wahini under locks of raven hair Beads of inspiration Hopin' he would not forget just where Heyup cowboy! Up above the canopy in the highest branches of a tree He would take her longingly and say "One day you'll belong to me" I forgot to mention it was nineteen forty-one Zeros kept a-comin' like to blanket out the sun Cowboy cowboy So they lay suspended dreaming of some kind of god With their limbs akimbo and extended to the mind of God Cowboy And the night without regret says it's time to let your hair down low There they lay in silhouette he would say I'd stay yet have to go King Kamehameha met with Captain Cook uopn the shore Lookin' at all the cattle asked him "What the hell are these for?" Cowboy cowboy cowboy Gone now is the forest and the lovers of the trees Now there is a chorus playing golf who say in Japanese Kau-boi |
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| 1:41 |
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Parks
He is not your run of the mill garden variety Alabama country faire Left on Silver Lake he keeps a small apartment top an Oriental food store there He returned from Alabama to see what he could see. Off the record he is hungry though he works hard in his Alabama country fair I should think he'd fade away the way that Bohemians often bare the frigid air He returned from Alabama to see what he could see. Constant commentary by the wayside Nowadays them country boys don't cotton much to one two three four Rest your team. Work out in the All Golden You will know why hayseeds go back to the country. Constant calm might still our stately union Nowadays a Yankee dread not take his time to wend to sea Forget to bear your arms in the All Golden You will know why hayseeds go back to the country Might as well not 'low for one more go round That's all folks. Them hayseeds go back to the country Ja git it? Alright. |
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| 3:06 |
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Kibbee-Parks
Off the wall wallflower Now the dance has begun It's our shining hour 'til all our dancin' is done Mammy Whammy Jammy cookin' up on a stove For me and my Buttercup Things have been lookin' up in Hominy Grove. Sweet Hominy! You the wild wild flower that my garden has grown How I in your power And you a rake on you own! Hottentot Hot Toddy Cinnamon and a clove For lovin' our lovin' cup Things have been lookin' up In Hominy Grove. Sweet Hominy! Inst. - My whole heart's affection Would I lay at your feet Why one man's confection could be another man's sweet? Weave in my direction When the web has been woven Stick us together like Birds of a feather. Down in Hominy Grove. Sweet Hominy! |
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There's a lady in a turban by a cocaine tree
She does that dance so rhythmically She's a laughin' and singin' and havin' a time And boy that cocaine tree looks fine. Chorus Put on your sailin' shoes Put on your sailin' shoes Everyone will start to cheer When you put on your sailin' shoes Doctor doctor I feel so bad This is the worst day I've ever had He says "Have you this misery a very long time? 'Cause if you if I'll lay it on the line." |
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