The old man has sold his apples
Isn't there any more
And the city square don't seem as big
As it did before.
They tore down that old drug store »
Memories of Us
Memories of Us
by George Jones
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with my heart, I've gotta let her know
I need the girl in that little red Rodeo
Texas plates, candy apple red Rodeo
Two towns back I showed your »
Little Red Rodeo
The Best of Collin Raye: Direct Hits
by Collin Raye
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high
10.5
Candy apple red
Detroit bred
American muscle
Red like hell
Paint job glistens
There's no rust
Stompin' on the pedal
Eat her dust »
Gto
Rebirth of the Heavy, Vol. 2
by Dirty Rig
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to power
"I used to be the God of the heavenly children
Playing wicked games in the garden of Eden
But their apple went rotten down to the core
So with hands »
In the Name of the Future
Animatronics
by Kovenant
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Level down and tremble
Fish pond streak of light
Found the child I had to find
apple shine share together
Got the time to make her mine
Fish pond »
Autumn's Child
Safe as Milk/Mirror Man
by Captain Beefheart & the Magic Band
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Kissing purple vein
I fell in your rusted heart
Before you dripped away
She has everything
I am all your pain
Dialated
Coagulated
Exposing every »
Everything
Trust No One
by Dave Navarro
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Dust on the dashboard
rust on the backdoor
Daddy paid cash for that old four door
Ford Fairlane
Bottle on the floorboard
Butts in the ash »
Ford Fairlane
Man Like Me
by Bobby Pinson
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Oh, the razor in your apple
The affection of your glove
The prison of your company
The snake oil of your love
The heights to which you drag me
Just »
The Hand That Held Me Down
Two Gallants
by Two Gallants
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The grapes are rotting upon the vine
The flies are trapped baby behind
the blind
The cider apples are bruised and sore
And they lay claim darling »
Upon the Vine
Spanish Wells
by William Topley
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days used to be
They're all too tired to plow besides their tractors are rusted now
So they order hot apple pie with a cup of coffee
[Chorus]
Some »
A Texas Cafe
Texas Cafe
by Aaron Watson
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city bus.
Never take five, 'cause, yo, when you rest, you rust.
Be advised, that I pack heat for beef.
I'm knockin' brothers out the box, and knockin' »
Here Comes Kane, Scoob and Scrap
Looks Like a Job For...
by Big Daddy Kane
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kill shit up and gaffle
Put a worm hole in your rotten apple
Time for confrontation, and I know this
Ex-drive through won't give me your exact »
Bustas Can't See Me
AmeriKKKa's Nightmare
by Spice 1
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