Lyrics:
Still screaming Oak Cliff
man, don't ask me why
I'm from the O-A-K-C-L-I-F-F
With my niggas are by myself, don't bite my tongue or hold my breath
I'm
the Blue Ridge mountain blues,
Goin' to see my old oak tree,
Gonna hunt the possum
Where the corn cob blossom,
In my Blue Ridge far away.
Woo!
I
the Blue Ridge mountain blues,
Goin' to see my old oak tree,
Gonna hunt the possum
Where the corn cob blossom,
In my Blue Ridge far away.
Woo!
I
left my family and I left my home in the hickory and the ash and the oak
And they shipped us off to a broken world where the dust would make you choke
We
Like the one in old Virginie
Oh they ain't real like my Blue Ridge Mountain boy
I was just a little past eighteen
When I came to New Orleans
I'd
and friendly
Like the one in old Virginie
Oh they ain't real like my Blue Ridge Mountain boy
I was just a little past eighteen
When I came to New Orleans
mountain blues, goin' to see my old oak tree,
Gonna hunt the possum where the corn cob blossom,
In my blue ridge far away.
Woo!
I see a haze of snowy
not see his Mother when the work's all done this fall
Submitted by Dennis Smith, Oak Ridge, NC
the Alpha Dog who be holding it down
I'm still repping O, residing South Ridge
The same crazy cracker since the days we were kids
Times constantly change but
by my Ma
I'm gonna do right by my Pa
Lay around the cabin door
No work on worry anymore
I've got those blue ridge mountain blues
What to see my
Life's a breeze for a l'il bluebird
Around a white oak tree
So he says goodbye to his sweet old perch
Just to find his way his path
Off he flies
instead of the sea
And I've got an old hope
That some day someone will pilot me
Oh I feel like a river
That's trying to reach the sea
But frozen by
a fire, boy (You lit a fire by the old oak tree)
Yes you did, the gates are broken, horses runnin' free (The gates are broken and the horses runnin' free)
shit, sound like my old albums
Heard you boys ain't true, wanna be like my whole crew
You even got a lil' DJ, trying to be like Screw
But nigga y'all
thinks she saw
A boy, looks like you", huh
"Standin' on Choctaw Ridge", yeah
"And he and Billie Joe
Was throwin' something
Off the Tallahatchie Bridge",
headlights west and drove into the night
Tuned into the radio and sung every song I could
It was me and Hank and Willie and Kris even the Oak Ridge Boys
Just
raised his hand, and i shot that son of a bitch.
And i threw him down Greasy Ridge.
Several moons gone overhead,
When farmer Johnson found that ol' boy
growing up so strong and wise
But, the whisper of an angel, took her by surprise
Her boyfriend Joe was a hard working craftsman's son
Strong as oak but
Bound
I'm from the Midwest with Southern heart
A country boy from the start
A cracker dude with Southern swag
Puffing on that purple bag
Steak and shrimp,
on them boots
See how it feels gettin' down to my roots
Watch the sun dip down by that old oak tree
Take a moonlight stroll with me by the creek
You may not
The treehouse flying high in that old oak tree
Screen door slamming hard
Homemade cookies in a jar
That's where my family roots were planted deep
Mama made us
The Oak Ridge Boys – A Little
Love Can Go a Long, long Way
(Written By Even Stevens & Hillary Kanter)
When you’re tempted just to let it slip away
The Oak Ridge Boys – The American Dream
(Written By Keith Stegall & Gary Harrison)
Well they moved away from the
Farms they did not own
To live
And that was the beginning of my own true love and me
And it's home, boys home
Home I'd like to be, home for a while in my own country
Where the oak
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