"American Wheeze" as written by David Eugene Edwards, Jean-yves Tola and Kevin Soll....
I've grown tired, of the words of the single man
Hangin' lifeless on his every word, o man
You don't understand dear man
The little angel held out her hand
Sayin' father, father I love you
O praise Jesus I got her
Ok yeah billy goat an we'll play farm
I didn't mean to spirit stiff you
Nor to do you no harm
You say you've got a bone to pick
Well, there's plenty showin' on me
Come on up yeah bring your temper boy
We'll see, we'll see
Yeah you may be the only one come on son
Bring your blade and your gun
And if I die by your hand
I've gotta home in glory land


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"American Wheeze" as written by Jean-yves Tola David Eugene Edwards

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    General CommentIm so in love with the gipsystyle intro and the melody that instrument play (dont know the name in english). This song makes me want to dance some folkdance and smile a grim and wicked smile. not many songs do that
    horsepowerhopeon October 13, 2005   Link

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