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Stanley by God Terry knew exactly how it felt
To play a George Jones song in a white leather belt
With matching shoes, polyester blues
At the Pine

wall
Only difference is Chuck might give you that call
To march on Friday, yeah, it's kind of frightening
Let me move so I don't get hit by the bolt

AND OLE GEORGE JONES
YA SKIP MY SONG I'M GONNA BREAK YOUR PHONE
Chorus:
YA SEE THE SAME OLF THING AIN'T NOTHIN' GONNA CHANGE
THE SEVEN SHOTS ARE GONNA NUMB

And still get they salary paid by
The same community
And they do it without no shame
And go get all this dirty information
Just to defame
RIP
George Floyd

Ooooooooooo and how about some George Jones

Oooo yeah
Yeah how 'bout the Stones
Oh how 'bout the stones

and you
I did me...feces one and two
I Linked wit jizz Jones over blu moons
Got Blessed with some fuego beats by lord doom
I never did mushrooms..y'all got

and a little old George Jones
Man when she says these words it really puts me in the zone

She says drive a little faster then i ask her
What shes doing later

ARRANGEMENTS: CHRIS WORSEY
VIOLINS: WARREN ZIELINSKI, RICHARD GEORGE, PATRICK KIERNAN, JON EVANS-JONES, EMMA SMITH, RICK KOSTER, EMIL CHAKALOV, 
OLI LANGFORD,

WARREN ZIELINSKI, RICHARD GEORGE, PATRICK KIERNAN, 
JON EVANS-JONES, EMMA SMITH, RICK KOSTER, EMIL CHAKALOV, 
OLI LANGFORD, LAURA MALHUISH
VIOLA: REIAD

STRINGS
STRING ARRANGEMENTS: CHRIS WORSEY
VIOLINS: WARREN ZIELINSKI, RICHARD GEORGE, PATRICK KIERNAN, JON EVANS-JONES, EMMA SMITH, RICK KOSTER, EMIL

When you kiss my lips at the ER tonight
Serenade me with your memories of sad songs
Wouldn't poor George Jones just drop dead at the sigh
Of our fingers

"Copperhead Road" yeah

Ridin' on them backroads
Tokin' on that good smoke
Radio is blastin' old George Jones

tour, man
Name's not George, but man are all Forman
You don't want war, man
Are you really sure, man?
Big right uppercut that'll make his jaw hang
Ref

bringing Down her truck and
Always goes to church every Sunday,
That's how you know
She's country made
Yeah, she loves the rodeo
Hank Williams George Jones

She's on a plane and I'm on the whiskey 

Fill that jukebox up with quarters
Let's rock both them Georges, Jones and Strait and man
I bet it makes my

storie taggo Vegas Jones, ci reposta Boston George
Puertosol (ssole)
Mi risveglio in un posto col sole
Anzi no fra è un posto migliore
(Pah-ph Pah pah pah)

Durban
You're in my soul now Durban
Part of me now Durban

The dust and diesel haze
Along the toll highways
Where beggar traders stop
By Traffic light

I don't put much stock in best laid plans
I like living my life by the seat of my pants
My hair on fire, I'm out in the night
Kicking my heels till

Rip George Floyd
But women
Rip Breonna Taylor
Trans people
Rip Tony McDade
And Children too
RIP 7 year old Aiyana Stanley-Jones
Killed by SWAT
Yo this

the crowd
In them darn little bars rubbin elbows
With who knows who, well nobody knows
Was that Luke or Vince, George Jones or Strait
Waiting their turn

There's been a deep connection since our very first date
Through our microchip implanted by Bill Gates
You can feel above us, it's in the air

znów
Będą słuchać tych nagrań
Jestem jak dr indiana Jones
A JWP to George Lucas
Dobrych przygód nigdy dość
Mów mi kot w skejtowych butach
Spaceruję po

a lot of singing
It is albums more than songs that propel the trip along
With the future just too bloody far away
That day I walked Carnarvon Gorge
A new

Never caught a fish though
Not rocking with homos
Wait.. do dogs wear clothes?
I'm Straight George on the flow
Won't be bicurious, I'm a yes or no
May