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Published on Nov 23, 2010
By Eddie Crowe.
I could jam away the hours, and scream the blues with power and maybe make it big. And my fingers I'd be snappin my toes would be tappin If I only had a Gig I'd unravel every riddle for any individ'le, And even dance a jig. With the thoughts you'll be thinkin' singin's good but dancins stinkin If he only had a Gig Oh, I could tell you why, there ain't no gigs no more they're taken by the karaoke whores Thats all we got in Baltimore I would not be just a nothin' after singin, huffin, puffin and tryin to make it big. I would never type again You could say you were my friend If I only had a Gig When a man refuse to settle, They should give him a medal persuing something big . Just because I'm presumin' I'd get back to being human If I only had a Gig I'd be tender - I'd be gentle and awful sentimental And try to make it Big in my mind there's no doubtin Eddie Crowe they'd be shoutin if i only had a Gig
Picture me - a balcony. Above a voice sings low. Wherefore art thou, Baltimo I hear a beat.... How sweet. I would hang out down the ocean and coat my self with lotion And finally make it big I could stay young and chipper there would be no body hipper If I only had a Gig
Yeh, it's sad, believe me, Missy, not to be in Mississippi persuing something big. But I could show my prowess,Baby, I can rock the hou-es If I only had a Gig I'm afraid there's no denyin', the blues is slowly dyin A fate that I don't dig. But I'd do it in a Blizzard. I'd get down like a lizard I'd be clever as a gizzard I'd be off the see the Wizard If I only had a Gig.