Music

Te John, Grease & Wolfman (Epic Rerelease) (1976)

  • 1

    Great Big Bunches of Love

    We've got great big bunches of love
    People what a feeling
    It reaches clear up to the ceiling 
    And out through the roof
    And that's the truth

    And we've got 44 acres of sunshine 
    20 miles south of the county line
    And people if that don't blow your mind
    There's something wrong with you

    Now I ain't even been down to macon
    In nigh unto a year
    In fact I ain't done much of nothin' at all 
    That can't be done right here

    I guess you might say I've been keepin' myself
    Pretty close to home
    I want to live to my children all get grown
    So I stay at home

    Well we've got great big bunches of love
    People what a feeling
    It reaches clear up to the ceiling 
    And out through the roof
    And that's the truth

    And we've got 44 acres of sunshine 
    20 miles south of the county line

    And people if that don't blow your mind
    There's something wrong with you

    Whoa whoa whoa whoa

    I don't need no aggravation to clutter up my mind
    I moved out of town 3 years ago 
    Just to leave that all behind
    Well I spend my days soaking up the sun 
    My nights making love to you
    Well it may sound simple but that's all I want to do
    You know it's true

    Well we've got great big bunches of love
    People what a feeling
    It reaches clear up to the ceiling 
    And out through the roof
    And that's the truth

    And we've got 44 acres of sunshine 
    20 miles south of the county line
    And people if that don't blow your mind
    There's something wrong with you

    Whoa whoa whoa whoa
    Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah​

  • 2

    I'll Try Again Tomorrow

    Lyrics are not available
  • 3

    Parchmont Farm

    Lyrics are not available
  • 4

    Tomorrow's Gonna Be Another Day

    Workin' out here on the railroad line
    Breaking my back for nickles and dimes
    Sweatin' in the hot sun all of the time
    Well I wake up and pray that the sun don't shine

    Tomorrow morning I swear to my soul
    I'm gonna go cut me a hickory pole
    And sit right back by the fishin' hole all day

    Tomorrow
    Tomorrow
    Tomorrow's gonna be another day
    Tomorrow
    Tomorrow
    Tomorrow's gonna be another day

    So go tell that man that I won't be back
    To lay no more of that railroad track
    I got little green weeds growing round my shack
    I keep my money in a gunny sack

    Well I'm never gonna be a millionaire
    Just pass me over 'cause I don't care
    I'll sit right back in my easy chair all day

    Tomorrow
    Tomorrow
    Tomorrow's gonna be another day
    Tomorrow
    Tomorrow
    Tomorrow's gonna be another day​

  • 5

    Black Autumn

    Subways rumbling through the night
    Flashing rows of neon lights
    People with no place to go
    Rushing madly to and fro
    Shrine where all the nameless robots
    Paying homage to their concrete idols
    Stop and pass the time of day
    Between the canyon walls of stone and steel 
    The misers count their gold 
    And wish the world would spin the other way

    Silver mentals speaking, shouting
    Talking loud but saying nothing
    Sounds of hungry children crying
    Drownded out by cannons firing
    As the giant with the passive face
    Manipulates his toys
    And one by one they're trampled in the mud
    The High Priest and the Sacrificial Counsel
    Cast among them to demand
    Another sacrifice of blood​

  • 6

    In the CIty

    Lyrics are not available
  • 7

    New York City, King Size Rosewood Bed

    Drove back to Birmingham
    Let the sunshine on my hair
    Going back to Birmingham
    Let the sunshine on my hair
    Leave all the things that lay beside your
    New York City, king sized rosewood bed

    You and me, oh mama
    You got fire in your eyes
    Lightning in your fingertips 
    Make my fever rise
    You a hoochie-coochie woman
    You're just the devil in disguise

    Going to take all my back luck
    Hitch it to the ride in time
    Going to take all my back luck
    Hitch it to the ride in time
    I'll be back in Alabama before the day is done
    Going back to Birmingham
    Let the sunshine on my hair
    Going back to Birmingham
    Let the sunshine on my head
    Leave all the things that lay beside your
    New York City woman, and your 
    New York City king sized rosewood bed​

  • 8

    Evil

    I was born way back in the woods & swamp
    On the Hickory River shore
    In a dirty old one-room pine-log shack
    With sawdust on the floor
    Was a graveyard out in the back of the house
    And a skull up over the door
    I been handling snakes since I was three
    And I ain't gonna take it no more
    Cause I'm evil
    Keeps pouring out of me
    I said I'm evil
    Keeps pouring out of me
    All my life I've been evil as I can be

    My daddy was a Louisiana mojo man
    The devil followed him around
    You always know when grass wouldn't grow
    Where his foot wouldn't touch the ground
    My momma could snap her fingers
    And make the fire come tumbling down
    I'm the seventh son of the seventh son
    You better not mess around
    I said I'm evil
    Keeps pouring out of me
    Evil
    Keeps pouring out of me
    All my life I've been evil as I can be​

  • 9

    Billy Joe Young

    Lyrics are not available
  • 10

    Drinkin' Wine, Spo-Dee-O-Dee

    Lyrics are not available