Where the Turf meets the surf
Down at old Del Mar
Take a plane
Take a train
Take a car.
There is a smile on every face
And a winner in each »
Where the Turf Meets the Surf
So Rare: Treasures from the Crosby Archive
by Bing Crosby
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and the moss grows
The Turf lies row after row
Out there in the sun to dry
I breathe it in as I pedal on by
With the kids and the dogs mucking together »
I'm a Bogman
Between the Mountain and the Moon
by Luka Bloom
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Man we always been loose
Dealin' off the Turf like it was never gonna run dry
That ain't no business
No other game is run so disorganized
Look »
The Business (Interlude)
Legendary Weapons
by Wu-Tang Clan
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and gone.
At his heels the grass-green Turf
At his head a stone.
How should I your true love know
From the other one ?
By his cockle hat and staff
And his »
How Should I Your True Love Know
North Country Maid
by Marianne Faithfull
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when they really frown
You Turf me out can't keep me down
'Cause I'm a stranger on the town
Don't put me down
And I only want a place to rest my »
Stranger on the Town
Strawberries
by The Damned
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Gun down cold on a raw deal
Home Turf my battlefield
In no one's way caught in a crossfire
Stray bullets can kill
[Chorus]
Expendable youths »
Expendable Youth
Seasons in the Abyss
by Slayer
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(Listen)
It's really not a game
When it comes to the level of respecting me
And must I say this no more
He's my man, my Turf
That's why I come »
My Man
It's Me Again
by Tweet
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to wipe out the inhuman
Shattered shreds of life, tearing my inner side
Rise from the Turf, as my guts regurge
Procession to the wise, gasping »
Inhuman
Into the Grave/Tremendous Pain
by Grave
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she Turf you out in the cold morning rain again
Me too, me too, me too
I'm a lot like you
Me too, me too, me too
I'm a lot like you
Sunday »
Single Pigeon
Red Rose Speedway [4 Bonus Tracks]
by Paul McCartney & Wings
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changeless turf
But the faces of the men are something else
Jason Wind, as a boy, was a spacious sexual toy
But baby now he's a toothless baggy man
When »
Broken Hearted Blues
Children of the Revolution: An Introduction to Marc Bolan
by T. Rex
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With light bulbs in our pockets
We'll light this darkened forest.
On the mossy Turf we'll dance till
Our feet shatter, our toes will »
Over the Mountains
Laughing City [EP]
by Eisley
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What up, we're back motherfuckers
New Turf, same old school
Hardcore fest in Satan's nest
Shots out to everyone participating in the life »
Shots Out
Showdown
by Barcode
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The casket is exhumed, turfs piled beside the grave
A stagnant mass awaits me, deep in the gloom
The boxes lids I open, distraught desecrating »
Fermented Offal Discharge
Onset of Putrefaction
by Necrophagist
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dis 9, you know the
god damn Turf is all mine sometime niggaz hall in the streets
but I don't run from the po po police
I got fiends in the back »
Eyes of a Killer
Mama's Bad Boy [Germany]
by Master P
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go down on Galway Bay
Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream
The women in the meadows making hay
And to sit beside a Turf fire in »
Galway Bay
Golden Memories
by George Morgan
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Forty Shades of Green
I wish I could spend an hour at Dublin's churning surf
I'd love to watch the farmers drain the bogs and spade the turf
To see »
Forty Shades of Green
Danny Boy
by Roger Whittaker
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I've none
Your taking your love
And see what it done
I saw you last night
Out moving round
With your new Turf
You paint the town
That is »
Look What You've Done
December's Children (And Everybody's)
by The Rolling Stones
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changeless turf
But the faces of the men are something else
In the wind, as a boy, was a spacious sexual toy
But, baby, now he's a toothless baggy man
When »
Broken-Hearted Blues
Tanx [Expanded Edition]
by T. Rex
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the farmers drain the bogs and spade the Turf
To see again the thatching of the straw the women glean
I'd walk from Cork to Larne to see the forty shades »
Forty Shades of Green
Ring of Fire: The Best of Johnny Cash
by Johnny Cash
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10 lil' Crip Crip runnin' outside
All from the Turf and they bangin' out rides
Far from a scrub 'cause from the East Side
Where they don't die, they »
10 Lil' Crips
Tha Blue Carpet Treatment [Clean]
by Snoop Dogg
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Seeds and weeds and muddy meals
Crawling around the earth
Down in the ground where the sun don't pound
I hibernate in English turf
Better believe »
Stinker
Caribou
by Elton John
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the sun go down on Galway Bay,
Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream,
The women in the meadows making hay;
And to sit beside a Turf fire in »
Galway Bay
When Irish Eyes Are Smiling
by Bing Crosby
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[Mistah F.A.B.]
Nigga fuck yo' Turf, I'ma put you on a shirt
Nigga fuck yo' Turf, I'ma put you on a shirt
Nigga fuck yo' Turf, I'ma put you on a shirt »
F.U.C.K.Y.O.U.
Get off the Stage
by Ms. Hollywood
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I wish that I could spend an hour at Dublin's churning surf
I'd love to watch the farmers drain the bogs and spade the Turf
To see again »
Forty Shades of Green
Portrait of My Woman
by Eddy Arnold
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the sun go down on Galway Bay.
Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream,
The women in the meadows making hay
And to sit beside a Turf fire in »
Galway Bay
Irish Songs, Country Style
by Hank Locklin
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