on the wagon.
Keepin' touch with Mama Kin.
Tell her where you've gone and been.
Livin' out your fantasy,
Sleeping late and smoking tea.
Keepin' »
Mama Kin
Aerosmith
by Aerosmith
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soon
You'll have to climb back on the wagon
It ain't easy livin' like you want to
It's so hard to find piece of mind
Yes it is
The way I see it »
Mama Kin
Live ?!*@ Like a Suicide
by Guns N' Roses
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Jog along Bess hop along May
Squeak along Blue it's a walk along day
It's a long road and weary are we
Bubble on kettle and make us all some tea »
Jog Along Bess
Just Another Diamond Day [Cool Sound]
by Vashti Bunyan
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When our country was a baby and the Redcoats had their way
Is was he who had a party tossin' tea in Boston Bay
It was he who braved the winter in »
Johnny Freedom (Freedomland)
Johnny Horton's Greatest Hits
by Johnny Horton
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Well away down yonder on the Candy Creek I wait a lot of fiddles on my wagon seat
I tune up the fiddle and I rosin' that bow and I play a little »
Sleepy Eyed John
Rural Route #1
by Dave Dudley
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Yo, here's a big story 'bout Boston and cold tea
It was me Dougie P and Jeff we call him Kenney
Left from the Port on the Peter Pan Trailways »
Cold Tea, LLC
Ceo
by Princess Superstar
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my death of cold but his mother said don't scold
He's a youngster full of fun and we're proud to call him son
Well he poisoned grandma's tea now she »
We're Proud to Call Him Son
Harlan Howard Sings Harlan Howard
by Harlan Howard
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to you.
I think I'll move down into Memphis
And thank the hatchet man who forked my tongue
I lie and wait until the wagons come
And dream a highway »
I Dream a Highway
Time (The Revelator)
by Gillian Welch
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the tea kettle blew, wifey hitting me,
What you want sweaty, Lima beans and kidney
Trashed the beeper, slowly I reached for the reefer
Throw a Costa, »
The Hilton
Bulletproof Wallets
by Ghostface Killah
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this dude under the bed
A half dressed Raekwon, swallowing diamonds
Had money in juice up on his wedding day
The phone rang off, the tea kettle blew, »
The Hilton
Bulletproof Wallets [Clean]
by Ghostface Killah
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heat take game
I'm ghetto
Don't eva think I'm hearins not me
'cause I lov dis motha fucke like pills n a hot tea
now this is 4 ma homies n ma thugs »
Tupac Joint
Harlem: Diary of a Summer
by Fatal Hussein
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