Syncopated Clock Lyrics & Chords By Milt Buckner

I was born on a farm out in Iowa A flaming youth I was bound I would I packed my grip and I grabbed my saxophone Can't read notes, but I play anything by ear I made up...read more

Like the wallpaper sticks to the wall Like the seashore clings to the sea Like you'll never get rid of your shadow Frank, you'll never get rid of me Let all the others fight...read more

He would spend it on the ponies, He would spend it on the girls, Buy his mother gin and roses For her poor old henna'd curls. And when his wife said, "Hey now! What did you...read more

Thanks for the memory Of sentimental verse, Nothing in my purse, And chuckles When the preacher said For better or for worse, How lovely it was. Thanks for the memory ...read more

Through a long and sleepless night I whisper your name Through a long and sleepless night of who is to blame Can't help but wonder if you're lonely too As I lie there and...read more