Lyrics:
A vicious attack on the finest of grasses
Well it's evil, wicked, mean and nasty
(Don't step on the grass, Sam)
And it will ruin our fair country
(Don't
you see my country,)
Mon pays malheureux, (my unhappy country,)
Va dire a mes amis (go tell my friends)
Que je me souviens d'eux. (that I remember
and country
But what's my country done for me
But sentenced me to misery
I traded my helmet and my parachute
For a pair of crutches and a demob suit
Al
A vicious attack on the finest of grasses
Well it's evil, wicked, mean and nasty
(Don't step on the grass, Sam)
And it will ruin our fair country
(Don't
music
That good old country song
It makes you walk, makes you talk,
Makes you jump on the floor
Then you got to come back for more
Hear that music
You
Rastus Bear taught children how to play
Games of life and love
And songs, oh those songs
Oh those deep but true
Hill country songs
Goblins
left my love behind
Yeah I left my love behind
Yeah I'm just a country boy without angels
Ah just a country boy without gold
An I been to silver
anything about
I tell her, Darling, if you don't like it here
Go back to your own miserable country
It's Christmas in Cape Town but it ain't the same
to be blown apart
To defend this mud hole
Now our country boys
Though it's quite far away
Found itself jeopardized
Endangered, boys
By these very
the derelict daughter
I fight fire with words
Words are hotter than flames
Words are wetter than water
I got friends all over this country
I got friends
of this country's broken
The land is cracked and the land is sore
Farmers are hanging on by their fingertips
We cursed and stumbled across that shore
Once the religious, the hunted and weary
Chasing the promise of freedom and hope
Came to this country to build a new vision
Far from the reaches
country
(told the truth)
The stars and stripes and an apple for mommy
(for one day)
Conservative say: there ain't no black in the union jack
Democrat
This is the country deep in the country deep south, man
and the dying
Saying please be reassured, we seek no wider war.
The treaties were signed, the country was split into sections
But growing numbers of prisons
me
We talk to each other in a friendship way
Then outta nowhere you tell me to break
Outta the country and into more country
Past Dyesburg
You've got to give
You've got to give to live
Each man's a country in his own right
Oh everybody needs a friend
One friend one God one country
No
I'm going up the country, babe don't you wanna go
I'm going up the country, babe don't you wanna go
I'm going to some place where I've never been
out of my system
I worried about it a little bit, but that's all
Now you used to play the guitar
We worked in a country band
I hung out down
It was on an Indiana farm in the middle of the country
Growin' in the fields of grain, Jim Dean of Indiana
His mother died when he was a boy, his
and country
Ah, the old queen she passed away with the new born century
And I received my calling up to the admiralty
The sands ran through the hourglass
When your country calls
And these hallowed halls are waiting
Oh, this is straight from the top
We'll never stop
We can't be stopped
With your power
We
[Chorus]
Dust down a country road
Blowing int he wind
Behind an old truck load
Up before the rooster crowed
There's an old dog staring
At the dust
my dick and keep it movin
Showing and proving on a day to day basis
I rip New York and a million different places
State to state country to country
My
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