Crossing the Styles: The Transatlantic Anthology

Born a poor young country boy
Mother nature's son
All day long I'm sitting singing songs
For everyone

Sit beside a mountain stream
Watch her roses rise
Listen to the pretty sound of music
And she flies

See me in my field of grass
Mother nature's son
Swaying daisies sing a lazy song
Beneath the sun

Born a poor young country boy
Mother nature's son
All day long I'm sitting singing songs
For everyone

What a - thing to say - don't say - go
I'd give - all my wine - just to make you mine
What a - thing to do - don't say - go
Moon stopped - on the line - just so you'd be mine.

No - go - for go the snow
I - might - Just get a bite from you.

Going down - to the ground - don't stay - Go!
Boots shine - in the sun - step on everyone.

Going down - to the sea - don't go - no
Wait now - here's a tune - bought back from the moon
No go - for go the snow
I might - just get a bite from you.

Tidy the turdion watch for the fontanelFollow the photo
grass search out the sentinelSing of the sandpaper roots
for the matchmakerTaste out the after mint Eastwood the
motor Clint(Babababababababababababa)Loose me up for
drinking slickerCandlelight be in found flickerCho-ords that doubt be bound to dinnerLily loves and
Gowns be skinnerWatch over Rover keeps fouling the
bedLeave him to be so much drowning his headSend him
to sleep with a sandwich or twoFew would they ever think
rhymes with a grass snakeNever no leather could horse
mouth the saddleSing bader be worse you keep addle be
daddleSing out and keep sighing you never know luckCould you buy pigeons no out for a duckSinging:
"later boy later I'll read that thing laterYou dirty
great hurdley screwed ably bod saleToo far to be
scavenging load of old barbecueHit parade pound of sprouts
boundly boy fail"Tidy the turdion watch for the
fontanelFollow the photo grass search out the sentinelSing of the sandpaper roots for the matchmakerTaste out
the after mint Eastwood the motor Clint

It's of a bold astrologer in London town did dwell
At telling maidens fortunes there's none could him excel
There was a nice young serving girl a-living there close by
She went one day to the astrologer all for to have a try
"I hear that you tell fortunes sir would you tell me mine?" said she
"Of course my dear without a doubt if you'll come upstairs with me"
"To come upstairs with you kind sir I fear I am afraid"
She spoke it in such modesty as if she was a maid

"To come upstairs with me my dear you need not be afraid
Knowing it was but the other day you with your master laid"
Then she began to curse and swear she would her master bring
As witness for both him and her that it was no such thing
"My pretty maid don't swear and curse you'll make the deed the worse
For the crown piece that he gave to you you've got it in your purse"
"Oh indeed you can tell fortunes sir you've told me mine" said she
Then out she pulled the crown piece "good morning sir" said she