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Lyrics for Comin Back For More by C.w. Mccall:
| | | Artist: | C.w. Mccall |
| | Album: | Unknown | | Track: | Comin Back For More | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 324 | | | | Lyrics: | 'way up in the snow
Where the scrub oaks grow
And the coneys and the picas play
Where
the marmots abound
All a-diggin' in the ground
And the wind blows cold all
day
There's a little pile a' stones
On a little pile a' bones
That's a-what the
archaeologists say
But the folks in lake city
Well, they sing a different ditty
It would
like to make your hair turn gray
Now, it's kind'a hard to find
But it'll altercate your
mind
If you happen to go the right way
You take slumgullion pass
And don't stop for no
gas
Until you get yourself to al's caf
It was the genuine, original
Highly
pathological
Finger-lickin' digital caf
It was al packer's legendary
Coronary
fast-food
Cannibal bar and buffet
Some dark night
You gonna see a weird
light
Up on cannibal plateau, they say
It's a scrub oak fire
Like a funeral pyre
Old
packer's been a-cookin' all day
A-when the coyotes howl
And the cougar's on the
prowl
They ain't lookin' for your customary prey
Nah, they're waitin' for bones
In a
pile a' hot stones
At old al packer's caf
[chorus]
Comin' back for
more
Comin' back for more
Baby, comin' back for more
Al's cafe
Comin' back for
more
Comin' back for more
Baby, comin' back for more
(old al packer
Was a real
bone-cracker
Got lost in a blizzard one day )
When the boys went to get 'im
Old al
just et 'em
And he buried all the bones in the clay
Now you know them fellas
Wasn't
toasted marshmellas
And they didn't fall asleep in the hay
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