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
bit, everyday
Get by just a little bit, just a little bit, that way
Let go, let go now that you've gone
Bluer, than the blue devils
Bluer than this pale
a little bluer than that
When you look out in the morning you might see
Clouds rollin' by like memories
And a big old sky above you lookin' back
You
a little bluer than that
When you look out in the morning you might see
Clouds rollin' by like memories
And a big old sky above you lookin' back
You
homesick feelin' never ends
And I get bluer than the grass in Kentucky
Where they're cuttin' that tobacco
Hangin' them sticks in the big black barns
They
that
Hit the game warden smack dab
In his little gonads
I'm lit'r than a truck on fire, swervin'
Hotter than a distillery full of bourbon
Nice twenty-two
my baby does, I know I love her.
The soft summer breeze fills her every sigh
Her eyes are bluer than the summer sky.
I been felt by the graces
does
I know I love her
The soft summer breeze fills her every sigh
Her eyes are bluer than the summer sky
I been felt by the graces and angels up above
hunt
From now on, y'all crossed the land
Craig Mack's the upper hand with more
Rhymes than the beach got sand you're an MC
Yo my original job is that
Like us all, you want the very best of life
A car, a house, a neighborhood that's nice
With flowers and trees and lots of little kids around
Where
"Boy, ain't you got any other songs than these?"
I go walkin' after midnight, goin' where the lonely go
I got heartaches by the number, hear that
Than necessary but that
Their fears were making it harder to
Surmount adversity in his inaugural
Address to the country
He said that he would not ignore
land
Welcome to Nashville - land of opportunity
Welcome to Nashville - your cab driver knows Alan Jackson
Welcome to Nashville - the dreams are
Somebody better call the cops, yo
'Fore we run up the side that niggas little condo
Put him in a box so the nigga in a cargo (cargo, cargo)
Shut a nigga
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
emeralds like seaweed
Sapphires bluer than the strips on these green things
Im that nigga im the main
I should go to spain
Fuck commercial never liked them
It's real!
It's realer than real, realer than real
It's a sick world that we live in, let some tell it
Some put it in books, some yell it
You need
Thank you thank you thank you
I appreciate it you're far too kind
Thank you thank you
That's more than enough thank you
I appreciate it thank you
Why do teachers get paid less than pornstars
Now the little girls idolizing the horn dogs
Most of y'all follow directions like OnStar
But what do
How could god make somebody like you
Eyes bluer than the sky
How could god make somebody like you
I need you by my side
And you aint even mine
And you
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
the little lies that you said to me
All the promises you made were empty
Didn't wanna fuck it up, said you liked me but I guess not enough
Thought we were
on embracing
Everything that comes with what I'm chasing
Out the car, walking in my day shift
Couple minutes short of being fired, play it closer than a shave,
was responsible for watching time?
Cause that shit done went by
Before my eyes
I sat and had to see it
Slip away from me
And walk home to the kids
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