Little Ole Country Boy - Parliament

She got her smile on, dog'on nothing in the world's wrong Rolling down a country road She's my shotgun rider I'm the lucky dog beside her My lips are where her kisses go She loves when we go to the river and get in the water And buddy she is hotter than south Georgia in July Man when I'm with her I can't get enough of her I got to kiss her and I got to hug her And brother she's mine all mine This ole boy got it going on, Got the good lord smiling on me Her big blue eyes and the sweet red wine Got me buzzin' like a bee She's got her pretty little head on my shoulder Nobody else get's to hold her But this ole boy We're in my old ford oh lord Holes in my floor board But she don't seem to mind We park in a hay field Fog up the windshield My kind of killing time She sweetens my tea and she butters my biscuit I am who I am and buddy she gets it I ain't got to change a thing And I don't know if it could get any better But man if it does then i reckon i better get to picking out a ring This ole boy got it going on, Got the good lord smiling on me Her big blue eyes and the sweet red wine Got me buzzin' like a bee She's got her pretty little head on my shoulder Nobody else get's to hold her But this ole boy Yeah, this ole boy got it going on, Got the good lord smiling on me Her big blue eyes and the sweet red wine Got me buzzin' like a bee She's got her pretty little head on my shoulder Nobody else get's to hold her But this ole boy Yeah this ole boy Nobody but this ole boy This ole boy

I'm praying for rain in California So the grapes can grow and they can make more wine And I'm a sittin' in a honky 'n in Chicago With a broken heart and a woman on my mind I match the man behind a bar for the jukebox And the music takes me back to Tennessee When they ask who's the fool in the corner cryin' I say, "A little ole wine drinker me" I came here last week from down in Nashville 'Cause my baby left for Florida on a train And I thought, I'd get a job and just forget her But in Chicago a broken heart is still the same I match the man behind a bar for the jukebox And the music takes me back to Tennessee When they ask who's the fool in the corner cryin' I say, "A little ole wine drinker me" Yeah I say, "A little ole wine drinker me"

(Katherine Davis/Henry Onorati/Harry Simeone) Come they told me Pa rum pum pum pum Our new born King to see, Pa rum pum pum pum Our finest gifts we bring Pa rum pum pum pum To lay before the King Pa rum pum pum pum Rum pum pum pum Rum pum pum pum So to honor Him Pa rum pum pum pum, When we come. Little Baby Pa rum pum pum pum I am a poor boy too, Pa rum pum pum pum I have no gift to bring Pa rum pum pum pum That's fit to give our King Pa rum pum pum pum Rum pum pum pum Rum pum pum pum Shall I play for you Pa rum pum pum On my drum. Mary nodded Pa rum pum pum pum The ox and lamb kept time Pa rum pum pum pum I played my drum for Him Pa rum pum pum I played my best for Him Pa rum pum pum pum Rum pum pum pum Rum pum pum pum Then He smiled at me Pa rum pum pum pum Me and my drum. Me and my drum. Me and my drum. Oh me and my drum. Joy to the world Me and my drum. Me and my drum. Me and my drum. Me and my drum.

Come, they told me Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum Our newborn King to see Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum Our finest gifts we bring Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum To lay before the King Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum Rum, pa, pum, pum, rum, pa, pum, pum So to honor Him Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum When we come Little Baby Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum I am a poor boy too Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum I have no gift to bring Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum That's fit to give a King Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum Rum, pa, pum, pum, rum, pa, pum, pum Shall I play for You Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum On my drum, Mary nodded Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum The ox and lamb kept time Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum I played my drum for Him Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum I played my best for Him Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum Rum, pa, pum, pum, rum, pa, pum, pum Then He smiled at me Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum Me and my drum Come, they told me Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum Our newborn King to see Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum I have no gift to bring Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum To for give a King Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum Rum, pa, pum, pum, rum, pa, pum, pum So to honor Him Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum When we come! (Music) Pa, rum, pa, pum, pum All right!

Come they told me, pa-rum-pum-pum-pum A newborn King to see, pa-rum-pum-pum-pum Our finest gifts we bring, pa-rum-pum-pum-pum To lay before the King, pa-rum-pum-pum-pum Rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum So to honor Him, pa-rum-pum-pum-pum When we come Little baby pa-rum-pum-pum-pum I am a poor boy too, pa-rum-pum-pum-pum I have no gifts to bring, pa-rum-pum-pum-pum That's fit to give our King, pa-rum-pum-pum-pum Rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum Shall I play for You, pa-rum-pum-pum-pum Me and my drum Mary nodded, pa-rum-pum-pum-pum The ox and lamb kept time, pa-rum-pum-pum-pum I played my drum for Him, pa-rum-pum-pum-pum I played my best for Him, pa-rum-pum-pum-pum Rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum Then He smiled at me, pa-rum-pum-pum-pum Me and my drum Me and my drum Me and my drum

Uh, what's happenin, CC? They still call it the White House, but that's a temporary condition too Can you dig it, CC? To each his reach and if I don't cop it ain't mine to have But I'll be reachin for you cause I love you, CC Right on There's a lot of chocolate cities around We got Newark, we got Gary Somebody told me we got LA And we workin on Atlanta But you're the capital Gainin on ya Get back Gainin on ya Movin in on ya Gainin on ya Can't you feel my breath Gainin on ya All up around your neck Hey, CC, they say you jive and game and can't be changed But on the positive side, you're my piece of the rock and I love you CC Can you dig it? Hey, uh, we didn't get our 40 acres and a mule But we did get you, CC Yeah Gainin on ya Movin in around ya God bless CC and its vanilla suburbs Gainin on ya Gainin on ya Feel the funk Gainin on ya Gainin on ya Feel the mother love What's happenin, blood? Gainin on ya Gainin on ya Gainin on ya Gainin on ya Yeah What's happening, black? Brother black Blood, even Yeah Just funnin man Gettin down Uh blood to blood Uh playas to ladies The last percentage count was 80 You don't need the bullet when you got the ballot Are you up for the down stroke, CC? Chocolate city Are you with me out there And when they come to march on ya Tell em to make sure they got their James Brown pass And don't be surprised if Ali is in the White House Reverend Ike, Secretary of the Treasure Richard Pryor, Minister of Education Stevie Wonder, Secretary of Fine Arts And Miss Aretha Franklin, First Lady Are you out there, CC? Chocolate City is no dream, it's my piece of the rock And I dig you, CC God bless Chocolate City and its Vanilla suburbs Gainin on ya Can you all get to that Gainin on ya Gainin on ya In your stuff Gainin on ya Can't get enough Gainin on ya Gainin on ya Feel the funk Gainin on ya Yeah we funky too Gainin on ya Right on, chocolate city Yeah, get deep Real deep Heh Mmm Get deep Uhh Just got New York, I'm told