Lyrics:
That big talkin' man and his little five piece band
Just taught her what I didn't know how
Gosh, I hate Alan Jackson
Now I'm his openin' act
Oh, I love
How 'bout ya show me what kind of cowboy you are?
Are you a Kenny tequila, Buffet margarita
Or an Alan Jackson hurricane?
Are you a good time,
of just why Sean Joseph is so dangerous; just why he is in the ring opposite that man Jackson Millar.
The referee separates them, but now Jackson Millar
all I
Wanna do is chuck it
Bonfire bigger than a rich guys house
Fuggin' rubber baby buggy bumpers
Alan Jackson thumpin' in my
Uncle brother's Hummer
Smokin on a plane, in the clouds like a Jet Blue
Checkin’ all the bags like it’s Hartsfield-Jackson
Workin’ with a scale everyday cuz the rent due
land
Welcome to Nashville, land of opportunity
Welcome to Nashville, your cab driver knows Alan Jackson
Welcome to Nashville, the dreams are
doin, man
Don't give a damn if the squares don't understand
You let em tell you what to say and what to write
Your whole career'll be over by tomorrow
JONNY CASH AND ALAN JACKSOM
It’s so good to have every day, all the good things we get day by day
We have a lot, we should never take it from our
he climbed up on his jet
Played south Florida with Alan Jackson
That's some things that you never forget
And all that stuff it makes you feel real good
six cardinal colors:
Yellow, red, orange, green, blue, and purple
And there are 3, 000 shades
And if you take these 3, 000
Shades and divide them by 6
land
Welcome to Nashville - land of opportunity
Welcome to Nashville - your cab driver knows Alan Jackson
Welcome to Nashville - the dreams are
doin, man
Don't give a damn if the squares don't understand
You let em tell you what to say and what to write
Your whole career'll be over by tomorrow
'cause in each and every bourbon there's a burden to get by
And when someone calls for Jackson
for some Haggard or some Jones
All the toughest troubles
Straight Up My East
Ro-Roar Off on a Harley
Action Man Looking for a Barbie
Told Shawdee Eyem Bhahd
Michael Jackson
Filling up My Bhahg
Steady Racking
If
about that man let's talk about these tings
Call me Phil Jackson man I copped hella rings
I'm like Ali gettin' busy in the ring
Floatin' on a cloud but
Straight, Alan Jackson and Bryan too
No matter where I go I can always be
In the islands
cup in my hand like I’m toby
Bluebirds flying all around like Miranda
Blue suede shoes back on my feet
I still remember when, like Alan Jackson
Feel
that bad
Then I asked her if she'd heard of Alan Jackson
And she said, "Didn't he sing that song
Called 'Where Were You'?"
I said, "Yeah, but girl, that
walk in my shoes
Life is a game and ion play by the rules
Aye
Y’all niggas is slaves
Working for yo mans
Y’all niggas is maids
Nigga like me, yeah I
you gotta remember i'm a
Little hick ass kid who
Lives in Cheatam County i grew
Up on like Alan
Jackson and shit the other stuff
I had to find
For
Talking to the man in the mirror das my reaction
Been my passion since Michael n Alan Jackson
Me going backwards I really couldn't imagine
But it
that bad
Then I asked her
If she’d heard of Alan Jackson and she said
"Didn’t he sing that song called
"Where Were You?" i said, "yeah, but girl
That
attraction
Any ole dance will do
We like all the Jacksons
Janet, Michael, Tito, Stonewall, Jessie, Reggie, Alan too
Its hip hop and honky tonk
We can bust
(In the jungle surrounded by snakes
I count up sum hunnids dey blue in da face
Real trap blues ya dig, real blues in da trap
Sum lil playa shit, ya
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