Lyrics:
for the country or the man in town
You're gonna need a quality shoe
You don't want no stand-by pair
'cause these'll take the wear and tear
Made
Raised ont he good book, and out country songs
Ride down back roads singing along
[Chorus:]So blame me for the way the are
Their love of the fiddle
And kindly old Reverend Thomas made us a promise
He will make the two of us one
So, I'm hittin' the trail to the cow country
You can forward my mail, care
Do you want to get on in this cowering country now?
Do you want to get on
Or would you be happy just to get by?
The small thoughts of a small town
rights, no more trouble Africa unite
chances are he'll be jammin in the rainbow country,
where the sun shines brightly, bob simmer down, him take
On the run come a Kings Street
There he way arrested, and tested
And the drugs he had on him
He confested
Mi callin' on the youth in his country
Whole
sorrow a moment's respite
And each time you smile
I know I would follow you a country mile
For all that I'm chasing is worthless and vile
I was
They looked out their windows at the ocean that surrounds them
In the service of their country, sailing to a foreign shore.
Tomorrow will be
Cheap liquor, pimp niggas that work hoes
Big trucks, niggas gettin' they swerve on
Country niggas ain't slow, fuck what you heard homes
Get a Swisher,
mailboxes and Xanax in my tummy
There's a single Spanish female out west traveling the country
Freak of ?? league lazer major running bases
Neighborhood watch
So long, my hill country woman don't cry
But I gotta be up in Fort Worth tonight when
That gate opens wide
My home is the saddle
These highways in
field
Trying to plow a furrow where the soil is made of steel
Oh, I wish I was home, ma, where the bluegrass is growin'
And the sweet country girls
Southside of the story
I guess we're doin' it wrong
Drivin' round the country in an old Chevrolet
Playing our favourite songs
Southside
virgins
I'd have a bank on every finger
A finger in every country
And every country ruled by me
I'd still know where I'd want to be
Locked up inside my
stay the way you stay
That's something to be proud of at the end of every day"
So I'ma keep it country like the radio
If you wanna know me, all you
FIVE DAYS ON THE TRACTOR CUT THE CORN CUT TOBACCO |CUT THE HAY BAIL AND STACK HER UP HIGH IN THE BARN|DAY SIX IT'S ON ALL NIGHT LONG|COUNTRY IS
alone?
she is much better without me.
she walks
through the gates of the country.
hands at her side.
and i smile as i watch her walk by.
somehow i see
this nine
Got nicked up in country fell in love with this life
I never knew that jail would be the next time I write
My shorty wanted someone doing
Awake through the night, and this flood water ‘round her
Reminds her of the time and low country boys
And their bottles without her, though she's
The weatherman says fair
But he looks like a lie
Nothing's free in this country
And there's no place to hide, no more
Industrial wind
It blows from
holy war
A fight for love and glory
Ain't gonna study war no more
A fight for God and country
We're gonna set you free
We'll put you back in the stone
Tomorrows a holiday and we will be high all day
Singing and playing shows and going as far as the country bus goes
And the bands will be swinging
Sats mit nur zwei Worten:
Ende Neu
[english]
Ending New
Goodbye Hallo
Island to give away
But no fresh country any more
Let others tread beaten tracks
With me going nowhere.
Right down the street,
A prostitute is selling
The closest thing to love
That this country has to offer,
And Alachua still sleeps
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