Lyrics:
They call me a country preacher
Jimmy Reed, is my name
Sometime they think I'm the Boss Man
It all mean the same
I'm just a poor country boy
His forty-four his boots and saddle
Wait six feets under, ahahah
In a narrow grave six by three
Poor Jimmy rests, poor Jimmy's dead
Riding across
good. This could be interesting. Carry on!
Larry: Cebu! Sing it with me! Cebu!
Jimmy, Jerry & Junior: Cebu!
Larry: Boy is riding with cebu
Jimmy, Jerry
Larry: Cebu! Sing it with me! Cebu!
Jimmy, Johnny & Junior: Cebu!
Larry: Boy is riding with cebu
Jimmy, Johnny & Junior: Boy is riding with cebu
Larry:
Poor ol’ Jimmy Biscuit
Was baptized by a pixie
Who drank a lotta whiskey
In the pub where he way born
Poor ol’ Jimmy Biscuit
Way married
Jimmie Reed's dad up and died.
Mom & son survived.
So what the hell - They set sail
For the new world.
Twenty years in Illinois.
Now Jimmy got
guest
Jimmy Fallon
Uh, yeah, uh
Jimmy
Uh, Yeah
Jimmy Fallon
Uh
Jimmy
Uh
Be by guest
Yeah, uh
Uh
I don't see nobody
Offline, ain't in no lobby
Broke boy
green, just a poor boy's dream
She makes me feel like country green
Summer rain falls down the chimney
Umm, makes a puddle on the floor
It's so good
flo'
Looked him right in the eye and said, "Boy,
You got to go!
I'm tired of your foolishness
And if you don't behave,
I'm goin' grab you by your
Me and my family was livin' proof
Everybody called us old poor white trash
And if that ain't country i'll kiss your ass
Chorus
If that ain't country
said it by mistake
My t-shirts make more money than your mixtape
I tell a boy Boy Better
Know it’s money making season
I book a flight to New York for no
don't you ever cry for me
'Cause I ain't ashamed where I'm from, you always will come
To take a ride through the country
Up, dressed, and gone by
swordfightin'
I'm slicin' organs with songwritin', I dwarf giants
I hope I'm rubbin' you pussies wrong sort of like poor dykin'
I smoke philosophy, I snort
Now Jimmy was livin' in misery
The poor boy was livin' in sin
When Jesus gave His life on Calvary
It weren't to save Jimmy's skin
He didn't play
Now Jimmy was livin' in misery
The poor boy was livin' in sin
When Jesus gave His life on Calvary
It weren't to save Jimmy's skin
He didn't play
Country fried, baptized in gravy
I can't wash off what the good Lord made ya
No matter how far that highway goes
An old dirt road'll get you home
heel, so don't you ever cry for me,
I ain't ashamed where I'm from, you always will come,
Take a ride through the country.
Up, dressed, and gone by
the only song they know
So come and rock my soul, where sin and sorry lie
White horses carry me, unto the other side
Poor boy, I'm living in a country
where he wanna
He got that heater, ain't talkin' bout Summer
Walkin' around with that heat, Jimmy Butler
Show in Japan, I'm tryna get out the country
Show
new jawn
Stop by on her way to work and she getting that work while she putting her shoes on
Hop in the rocket, I gotta blast
I'm a genius, boy, Jimmy
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
Two Little Dixie Cups by Gary Hoffman
Verse: G / C / G / D G
Chorus: G / Em / C / D
It was a Friday night and we were rockin this little country bar
black marker
Our's country in being run
By a giant kindergartener
This is more than a song
It's a call to action
Please wake to his falsehoods
Defect
black marker
Our's country in being run
By a giant kindergartener
This is more than a song
It's a call to action
Please wake to his falsehoods
Defect
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