Looking for lyrics to **Furniture Man** (Not Riley the Furniture Man) I believe recorded by Bill Chitwoods Georgia Mountaineers.. any help would sincerely be appreciated...
Thank you...
Gomybaille
Thank you...
Gomybaille
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Now you know they gonna march us down to the waterfront, to cross the deep blue sea, my baby she began to worry, what's gonna become of poor me - Jimmy Rogers, The World Is In A Tangle
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Looking for lyrics to **Furniture Man** (Not Riley the Furniture Man) I believe recorded by Bill Chitwoods Georgia Mountaineers.. any help would sincerely be appreciated...
Thank you... Gomybaille Here you go, this should be the right one. The end of the second line of the chorus is extremely hard to understand -- if I have it right, the furniture man is sneaking back to reclaim his stuff.
I hate to tell my hard luck tale or either talk about my home All these coons in this strange land they have troubles of their own I thought I got me a lovely flat and I thought the furniture went fine I had two dollars a week to pay, and the rest I got on time Chorus Well I'd like to know what kind of show has any man got, with that furniture man You got no dough, you don't stand no show, to your house steal back and then He'll take away your earthly goods, from a bed to a frying pan If the devil's ever born without any horns it is that furniture man Oh my Lindy Jane she begin to sing about my Dolly Grey It's while she's singing those furniture men they carried my things away They played on my piano, and she danced upon my floor What was once a village of paradise is now a broken home I thought I'd order me a lots of things to go right through my door And when I went to order them you bet I got a load I got a big piano some curtains and things I got some bric-a-brac I had two dollars a week to pay, or else they'd take them back Pages: [1] Go Up
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