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When I was young I never knew What this thing called love Could do to you But since you been gone And I've been on my own I've been feeling
On that massey 2-4-0 But I was way too busy Didn't really care to go So he worked the fields alone But what I didn't know Up on that tractor Things
to talk to Lamar. Albert Goldman, kiss by butt. E-P, Phone Home. I said,... E-P, Phone Home. Give me a call, Elvis. Now, I won't tell The Colonel
a mystery train, screamin' through the night There ain't nothin' been the same since The Elvis Thing been around I grew up drivin' a tractor and playin'
truck Some things, like a deer-stand sun coming up Some things you don't need faster Like a tractor blocking the road Yeah, some things you ain't
Like a mystery train... screamin' through the night There ain't nothin' been the same since The Elvis Thing been around I grew up drivin' a tractor
I'll stand by some water somewhere thinking about his lot If Paul Gilley wrote the words to the saddest song that Elvis ever heard Even if he did not If
take a ride, we’ll be right by your side As we sing about things that go The mail truck delivers our mail to us The tractor is used on a farm The tow
just help me Lord' Elvis Presley, Elvis There by the face of God Maoris de Vries All for 274 artists, all but including Elvis himself Farrow Design.
the price in the stock market crash." "The only thing we have to fear is fear itself." "Horrific place, ladies and gentlemen, the smoke and the flames
It's not the right time Not anymore You don't need to scream now To say something really loud Look in my eyes now Is it so hard? The things you live
Shittin in the barn Shittin in the barn Sometimes you get that itching when you’re out there on the farm You tried to floor that tractor home but you
the back, it be clapping different Need a loyal bitch, but I like rat bitches, I'm backwards with it 308, bullets flip, whatever, like a tractor hit it Led
D-Day was upon me And I had to make a choice Next thing I know I'm at the wheel of Elvis' Rolls Royce Well I made a left at Parliament And hit
we saw Elvis "Look, there, beside the postman's van" And he was walking round the postman's van, Looking in the open door. He looked as if he
A.M. Elvis gettin' suspicious back before the F.M. made it here Mama's calmin' Daddy down by a holy touch, simple touch on the back of the neck My
Broke into you car last night Took your stereo Now you say you don't know why You even live there anymore The garage man didn't see a thing So
Somethin’ ‘bout his diesel’s got me comin’ undone I’m always asking him for a ride I got a one tractor mind (yeah) I don’t like it when he leaves me all by
back I just wanna hold you all night And love you slow Like time don't matter Like Tupelo kudzu Wrapping up a tractor A Sunday drive Let the days roll by
waitin' on the rain We're all a little different, but we're all the same Everybody doin' their own thing I got my dirt road cred when I was twelve
was first impressed By Edvard Munch's Madonna Acted like a tractor beam Pulling me straight toward it Though I'd come to see The Scream It has sex
a Mai Tai I'll paint you a palm tree picture Couple fools in paradise Swept up in the blue We were living life in a movie Just like Elvis
tractor pulls and Red Man chew Corporate relo refugees that need love too we ain't seen Elvis in a year or two we got justification for wealth and greed~
rattlesnake fangs hissin' at ya Makin' your heart rate go faster Until your spirit explodes Hell, I cover up my problems By the dump truck load Drink until we
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