Lirik Lagu 16 Shells From A 30-6 - Bob Seger
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
Plugged 16 shells from a thirty-aught-sixAnd the black crow flew throughA hole in the skyAnd I spent all my buttons on an old pack muleAnd I made me a ladder ftom a pawn shop marimbaAnd I leaned it up against a dandelion treeLeaned it up against a dandelion treeLeaned it up against a dandelion tree
Well I cooked them feathers on the iron spitAnd I filled me a sachel full of old pig cornAnd I beat me a Billy from an old french hornAnd kicked that mule to the top of the treeKicked that mule to the top of the treeBlew me a hole 'bout the size of a kickdrumAnd I cut me a switch from a long branch elbow
I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'Black crow 16 shells from a thirty-aught-sixWhittle you into kindlin'Black crow 16 shells from a thirty-aught-six
Well I slept in the hotter of a dry creek bedAnd I tore out the buckets from a red corvetteTore out the buckets from a red corvetteLionel, Dave and the butcher made three
You got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinny bone treeWith the strings of a washburnStretched like a clotheslineYou know me and that mule scrambled right through the holeMe and that mule scrambled right through the hole
I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'Black crow 16 shells ftom a thirty-aught-sixWhittle you into kindlin'Black crow 16 shells from a thirty-aught-six
Now I hold him prisoner in a washburn jailAnd I strapped it on the back of my old kick muleStrapped it on the back of my old kick muleBang on the strings just to drive him crazyAnd I strum it toud just to rattle his cageStrum it loud just to rattle his cageStrum it loud just to rattle his cageStrum it loud just to rattle his cage
I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'Black crow 16 shells from a thirty-aught-sixWhittle you into kindlin'Black crow 16 shells from a thirty-aught-six
Well I cooked them feathers on the iron spitAnd I filled me a sachel full of old pig cornAnd I beat me a Billy from an old french hornAnd kicked that mule to the top of the treeKicked that mule to the top of the treeBlew me a hole 'bout the size of a kickdrumAnd I cut me a switch from a long branch elbow
I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'Black crow 16 shells from a thirty-aught-sixWhittle you into kindlin'Black crow 16 shells from a thirty-aught-six
Well I slept in the hotter of a dry creek bedAnd I tore out the buckets from a red corvetteTore out the buckets from a red corvetteLionel, Dave and the butcher made three
You got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinny bone treeWith the strings of a washburnStretched like a clotheslineYou know me and that mule scrambled right through the holeMe and that mule scrambled right through the hole
I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'Black crow 16 shells ftom a thirty-aught-sixWhittle you into kindlin'Black crow 16 shells from a thirty-aught-six
Now I hold him prisoner in a washburn jailAnd I strapped it on the back of my old kick muleStrapped it on the back of my old kick muleBang on the strings just to drive him crazyAnd I strum it toud just to rattle his cageStrum it loud just to rattle his cageStrum it loud just to rattle his cageStrum it loud just to rattle his cage
I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'Black crow 16 shells from a thirty-aught-sixWhittle you into kindlin'Black crow 16 shells from a thirty-aught-six
