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Little Joe, the Wrangler

Don Edwards

Songs of the Trail

1992

shoes and coveralls a harder lookin' kid
You never in you life have seen before

His saddle was a Sother kack built many years ago
An OK spur on one

Sittin' on top of the firewood box|A few sips of tea within me|The radio squawks as we hung our socks|Upon the red painted chimney||Nana MacFarlane

Hand me down the picture
Of you leaving unsaid
I know how simple it get
But sat by chance I need you
Will you always be there
And I will lie with you

nigga
Since you hanging with them niggas you get hung wit em
20 Shots to em only time he had a dub wit em
This a killer shot gun (KSG) how these slugs hit

It's showtime

cre you ready? 

We're ready

Ok, here's the plan 


Now I was hanging out at cllergies HQ

cnd we were talking about the stuff we

searching for signs, looking for clues
I could have sworn that door was open, now there's not even a window to use
I'm a little confused by you

I thought

to the talkshow questions
Unintimidated by the marvellous selection
It's a marvellous selection

Chorus:
And is this what you came for?
What you came for?
Spinning

time                                             

you were standing by the window
looking out at the planes or the birds
while I tried to close

my hook scraped your tooth
In a city that was hung by that old devil moon
I scaled a steet called St. You
Baby bled on all my keys
She set my strings

of old guitar, and rollerblades, and making up rhymes
We were just kids, enough of this
We clipped our wings
And now the time flies by

And I could

Just Missed the Train

Idol Worship International

A Tribute to Kelly Clarkson

2006

Roll over baby, the time has come
To make a little bit more room
I've hung around you, it's getting tough
I think I'm gonna break down soon

I

in the wash

All those nights when you've got no lights
The check is in the mail
And your little angel 
Hung the cat up by its tail
And your third

you'd see
How you were hung out to dry by your country

Oh I know you've got your gods, would you mind asking
Where the hell they have been
Oh I

You give me sympathy, I give you pain
If I were you, by now I'd be gone
There's something wrong with you
Are you insane?
Or the kind my Momma calls

Lewi White
Devlin (check)
Jme (serious)
Frisco (hey)
Syer B

I do me and I do it well, you couldn't 
Replicate one living cell in my body

Goodman Rag

The Tea Party

The Tea Party

1991

preacher, hey there Mr. Smith,
If you recognize my friend, you'd better get a load of this.

Good man, gonna give you what you need.
Good man, gonna play

curry that glock on my hip 
Surrounded by junkies servin them custys 
I'm flippn this money they catching my drip
Called up MoSama like what is you on 
He

the chance to hurt, I'll kill you
Ice pick into your neck, I will do
anything
Talk to you like I might care
anything
Rippled by the nightmare, moonshine

I'll have you hung a public show
For the murdering of my driver boy
Who drove in the lowlands low

behind a wall of sound

W won't trouble you with exerts one by one
Why don’t you do yourself a favour and be GONE
Cut off your ties
Quit while you’re ahead

likin' being bad
Man I only took a drag now
I smoke them by the pack
First the devil drags you in and then
He stabs you in the back
Didn't listen to me did

real this time
Broke my spine, stole my time
She could do it all again and I won't mind
I think I'm hung up on abuse
Lately it's use or you'll be used

The Blood of Odin

Manowar

Gods of War [CD/DVD]

and death. wounded, pierced by
A spear he hung upside down for nine days. fasting and agony he made of himself
A sacrifice to himself.
Given no bread nor mead

'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
Global Warming had wiped out the endangered field mouse 
The stockings were hung by