Lyrics:
high yo, and still living on the run though
Get a lot of dough so now we have a lot of fun though
Q-U, two E's, N-S
All we really care about is money,
what I want, yeah
That's what I want
Well now give me money
A lot of money
Wow, yeah, I wanna be free
Oh I want money
That's what I want
That's
of the plot
Is just to tell them that I love you a lot
And the world discovers
As my book ends
How to make two lovers
Of friends
And the simple secret
machine
Feeling so bad
Can't you make the music
Easy and sad?
I could tell you a lot
But it's not in a gentleman's code
So just make it one for my
There's alot of things I want, a lot of things that I'd like to be.
But girl, I don't forsee a rags-to-riches story for me.
There's just one
diddent have a lot never had a lot of food on the
Table top
I know where you came from I know it was hard for a soldier like me in the
Dirty south
Mmm, yeah
When I was just a baby, mama sat me on her knee
She told me "Boy you listen there's a lot you oughta see
A lot of pretty women, gonna
Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies above
Don't fence me in
Let me ride through the wide open country that I love
Don't fence me in
faster
Than a lot of cops I can't be stopped 'til my head gets popped
A lot of fuckin' bodies will drop
It's a disaster, I'm coming for the blood
a clown's disguise
And learn to laugh like Pagliacci
With tears in my eyes
You look the same, you're a lot the same
But my heart says "no, no, you're
them if you're wise
They sparkle, they bubble
They're gonna get you in a whole lot of trouble
You're overworkin' 'em
There's danger lurkin' in
Them
for two,
Two rooms and a kitchen I'm sure would do,
Give me just a plot of,
Not a lot of land,
And Thou swell! Thou Witty! Thou Grand!
Thy words
This hotel room got a lot of stuff
A laundry bag and a shoe shine cloth
Thirty-two hangers and a touch-tone phone
Well a light that comes on when
been with every girl in town
You got a lot of nerve to think
I just close my eyes
While you walk around so full of it
I give you my surprise
and died
Then I thought about the times we had
Once when I kicked him when he was bad
Old King sure meant a lot to me
But that hound dog is history
A lot little ladies get away
Because I know, I know pretty baby, I know,
I know, pretty baby,
I know you're the one, yes you're the one.
I knew when I
eyes
Was a lot redder than his was
It hung him up
So I approached him, I said "Mr. Bear, I love
Every hair on your twenty-seven acre body
I know
I'd like to ride the rodeo
But I've got Brahma fear
So I'll just stick to airplanes
Gently pop my ears
Drink a lot of whiskey
It gives me
on a Monday than you make in a year
Aw yeah, order sity-thousand ones
Told the owner 'bout to break a record
Hit the parking lot, it's lookin' like a video
picnic
There'll be lots of time and wine
Red yellow honey, sassafras and moonshine
Red yellow honey
Sassafras and moonshine (moonshine)
Stoned
get up and leave
Please don't call me baby
Cause I'll call you
Don't mean to hurt you feelings, got a lot to do
Cause I'm am my number one
Now when I was a little boy,
At the age of five,
I had somethin' in my pocket,
Keep a lot of folks alive.
Now I'm a man,
Made twenty-one,
the way she suck me
Love how every time we play she catch it like rugby
I love she know whats up with me she love me cause I'm gutta
I like a lot about her
Two drifters off to see the world
There's such a lot of world to see
We're after the same rainbow's end
Waitin' 'round the bend
My huckleberry
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