Little yellow house sittin' on a hill. That is where he lived. That is where he died. Every Sunday morning. Hear theweepingwillows cry. Two children born. A beautiful wife. Four walls and livin's
white boys flat hustling hips Chorus She's not like any other girl. She's got me crying first, dying first, waiting for the repo man Well, under theweepingwillows and a sea firing flies. With your
white boys flat hustling hips Chorus She's not like any other girl. She's got me crying first, dying first, waiting for the repo man Well, under theweepingwillows and a sea firing flies. With your
I want to sleep. Underneath theweeping willow. As it cries all night quietly It's tears all around me. I'll sleep there so soundly. Until I'm allowed finally To wake and be happy again To wake