Owen is such a drip; I can understand the urge to try and get rid of him. Anyone know why he haunts Gary’s house? Did he die there? Head for the light, Owen!
Nobody knows but Jesus is Louie Armstrong’s version andNobody knows my sorrow is Sam Cooke’s version, Marian Anderson did it in 1925 as Nobody knows the trouble I had.James Rosamond Johnson made it as Nobody knows the trouble I see for voice and piano in 1917.
pcolli over 10 years ago
You get to a stage where one place is very much like another.
davidf42 over 10 years ago
Another ridiculous example of political correctness. The words of the second line are “Nobody knows but Jesus.”
cilantro55 over 10 years ago
Owen is such a drip; I can understand the urge to try and get rid of him. Anyone know why he haunts Gary’s house? Did he die there? Head for the light, Owen!
Andi Asha over 10 years ago
I feel your pain and sorrow
byamrcn over 10 years ago
Be more careful, Owen—there’s a sucker born every minute.
Imacyn over 10 years ago
Nobody knows but Jesus is Louie Armstrong’s version andNobody knows my sorrow is Sam Cooke’s version, Marian Anderson did it in 1925 as Nobody knows the trouble I had.James Rosamond Johnson made it as Nobody knows the trouble I see for voice and piano in 1917.
Sisyphos over 10 years ago
What’s the matter, Leopold? You don’t like old spirituals? Or is it just that Owen is a lousy singer?