Big Audio Dynamite - Esquerita Lyrics
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Esquerita
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What Are The Lyrics For Esquerita By Big Audio Dynamite?
Out of Greeville South Carolina
From the Road House Owl Club Him and Sister Rosa Down to Dallsa and the Dew Drop Inn The farthest a man can go and back again It was in Macon at an all night diner Trying to catch some it was me he took a shine'ta Said I better give him some of my old clothes He's in the wrong place wrong time and nobody knows His real name was S.Q.Reeder Everybody knew him as Esquerita Black Flash Gordon Rocket '58 The rock around was busting out interstate through the green door there's a gospel sound Dressed in sequins war paint listen to him holler I guess the Georgia peach came a little too late The rock around's busting out interstate Houlaaa His real name was S.Q.Reeder Everybody knew him as Esquerita Black Flash Gordon Rocket '58 The rock around was busting out interstate Been a long time here in California Western Union I heard from Sister Rosa The telegram said S.Q. had passed away Well now preacher what you gotta say His real name was S.Q.Reeder Everybody knew him as Esquerita Black Flash Gordon Rocket '58 The rock around was busting out interstate His real name was S.Q.Reeder Beat up on his woman with a vacuum cleaner Black Flash Gordon Rocket '58 The rock around was busting out interstate |
Who Wrote Esquerita By Big Audio Dynamite?
Daniel Donovan, Don Letts, Greg Roberts, Herman Ezekiel Williams, Michael Geoffrey Jones
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