Lirik Lagu Comin' Back For More - C.W. McCall
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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.
'Way up in the snowWhere the scrub oaks growAnd the coneys and the picas playWhere the marmots aboundAll a-diggin' in the groundAnd the wind blows cold all day
There's a little pile a' stonesOn a little pile a' bonesThat's a-what the archaeologists sayBut the folks in Lake CityWell, they sing a different dittyIt would like to make your hair turn gray
Now, it's kind'a hard to findBut it'll altercate your mindIf you happen to go the right wayYou take Slumgullion PassAnd don't stop for no gasUntil you get yourself to Al's Café
It was the genuine, originalHighly pathologicalFinger-lickin' digital caféIt was Al Packer's LegendaryCoronary Fast-foodCannibal Bar and Buffet
Some dark nightYou gonna see a weird lightUp on Cannibal Plateau, they sayIt's a scrub oak fireLike a funeral pyreOld Packer's been a-cookin' all day
A-when the coyotes howlAnd the cougar's on the prowlThey ain't lookin' for your customary preyNah, they're waitin' for bonesIn a pile a' hot stonesAt old Al Packer's Café
[Chorus]
Comin' back for moreComin' back for moreBaby, comin' back for moreAl's CafeComin' back for moreComin' back for moreBaby, comin' back for more
Old Al PackerWas a real bone-crackerGot lost in a blizzard one dayWhen the boys went to get 'imOld Al just et 'emAnd he buried all the bones in the clay
Now you know them fellasWasn't toasted marshmellasAnd they didn't fall asleep in the hayBut it had been a hard winterSo he had 'em all for dinnerAnd they didn't find their boots until May
Well, the folks in Lake CityShowed very little pitySo they sentenced him to hang next dayBut before they
There's a little pile a' stonesOn a little pile a' bonesThat's a-what the archaeologists sayBut the folks in Lake CityWell, they sing a different dittyIt would like to make your hair turn gray
Now, it's kind'a hard to findBut it'll altercate your mindIf you happen to go the right wayYou take Slumgullion PassAnd don't stop for no gasUntil you get yourself to Al's Café
It was the genuine, originalHighly pathologicalFinger-lickin' digital caféIt was Al Packer's LegendaryCoronary Fast-foodCannibal Bar and Buffet
Some dark nightYou gonna see a weird lightUp on Cannibal Plateau, they sayIt's a scrub oak fireLike a funeral pyreOld Packer's been a-cookin' all day
A-when the coyotes howlAnd the cougar's on the prowlThey ain't lookin' for your customary preyNah, they're waitin' for bonesIn a pile a' hot stonesAt old Al Packer's Café
[Chorus]
Comin' back for moreComin' back for moreBaby, comin' back for moreAl's CafeComin' back for moreComin' back for moreBaby, comin' back for more
Old Al PackerWas a real bone-crackerGot lost in a blizzard one dayWhen the boys went to get 'imOld Al just et 'emAnd he buried all the bones in the clay
Now you know them fellasWasn't toasted marshmellasAnd they didn't fall asleep in the hayBut it had been a hard winterSo he had 'em all for dinnerAnd they didn't find their boots until May
Well, the folks in Lake CityShowed very little pitySo they sentenced him to hang next dayBut before they
