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Pre>a lot of people helped with the lyrics, notably william wittman.
Thanks ww and everybody!

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G#m c#m g#m c#m ebm
we'll saddle up and rideChorus:(All together with the lead voice of Johnny Cash)                       G#m              C#m	And we're gonna ride,we're
at the oars
   G#7              C#m
Or staring from the rail
        E -A         B7
And the sea bids farewell
She waves in swells
at the oars
   G#7              C#m
Or staring from the rail
        E -A         B7
And the sea bids farewell
She waves in swells
hope it's a dream
G d g see f#m
Nothing makes sense, everything's tense
Bm d
Wish I could say what it meant

G see d see
Took a long look down
to know I'm not the average fella
G f see g see
I'm the one, I'm the one for her

Well it's a shame what they do to these young kids
Just encourage them
Verse 1:
E F#m A E
Come here and look through the window Marie
F#m A E
Open up the shutters,tell me what you see
G#m A E
Was that his knock that I
We made Oklahoma a little after 3
Randy, his brother Bob and my old G-M-C
We had some moonshine whiskey
And some of Bob's homegrown 
We were so
G like M.C. who likes it on an 
Easy V doesn't come for free, she's a real lady 
And as for me, haha you'll see 
Slam your body down and wind it
Cause I wouldn't look too gritty with my chest gone
Fool, and I'm back I'll be slangin' them D
Got a nut in my pocket way unleased a G
See I'm
So remember the rain
B7                    E 
When you think of the sunshine
You've got to try and see
That's it's
Come on
Come on

[ VERSE 1 ]
Do this, ugh, come on, come on
Time to get wreck and kick the so on and so on
The I-see-e-T 
O.G. M.C. 
in the C.M.B
Pretty mixed bitch I just call ha P.M.B
Watch ya step baby gettin' out that G.M.C
You bust yo ass girl we both gon' be on T.M.Z
a right and see my homie hanging out on nineteen
Baby boy where that gangsta from who and g.c
I'm that little nigga see Style from nineteen street
Not haft
that I go!

I’m from the E-A-S-T-S-I-D-E, ride with me.
East sider long beach.
R-T-C and I-C-G.
O-M-G and Y-M-C.
Owin’ me I’m COB.
Ima take my
The average nigga style sucks like a hickey 

50 G, the M.C.'s brain buster, mic crusher 

Dirty money quicker picke upper, crew duster 

Now that
a sack
So either fall back on keys or forty g's
See I'm bout bigger paydays, I don't set trip, I set clips into AK's
See I done shit bitch, not see me
Baby tou've ever heard about a gangsta? Then you heard about me
Then you heard about the homiez, baby D-P-G
See I'm smooth an I be movin
And my shit

See I'm a wide body roller, wood grain remote controller
Blades on Escalades, electric shocks on Range Rovers
Man the game over, when
(holla back) hey yo 

[Verse 1:] 
in the heart of a re-up, its sumthin like a g-up 
M-C-A fingering that b-up or that c-up, 
fiends creep up with
Yo, M is microphone and G's genius
Miker G in the house, that's serious
And you know that, and you show that
It's time, Sven, so let's go back