Lyrics:
school car wreck?
Who burnt crosses on your lawn?
The Easter bunny is made of chocolate/We eat bunnies made of chocolate
We do things that Popeye
find myself not even caring
About all the things that may go wrong throughout our lives
Let's get married by Elvis tonight
Always fought tradition
I drove a beat up tractor down a one lane road
Pick her up early and away we'd go
Down to the river by the edge of her daddy's farm
We used to lay
bought him the land
He said, "The work may be hard but its honest
I'll pay 'em by May if I can."
Sometimes they'd talk about children
Names and things
'Here's to the makers of things built to last
Like church bells and bridges, and baseball on grass
Like Ferguson tractors and Lucchese boots
My daddy's
They call us a two lane just passing by slow down town
Yeah, they say what's there to do when you ain't got nothin' around
Just a few street
came back home now I'm on my own
So I had to learn a few things 'bout survival
Like the ice pick done off the bottom
If you scared don't come around
I drove a beat up tractor down a one lane road
Pick her up early and away we'd go
Down to the river by the edge of her daddy's farm
We used to lay
died today, that's cold, huh?
Swerve on a nigga ass, aim with the strap, watch how he fold up
Bitch, you ain't gon' fold nothin', one thing you know is
There's a for sale sign on a big old' rusty tractor
You can't miss it, it's the first thing that you see
Just up the road, a pale blue water tower
daughter
The Mayor of Candor tried
To take her across the water
What a thing to do to a young man in love
What a thing to do to your daughter.
One
my heart are forgiven, and now I'm free
I was blinded by the wish of being seeing but now I see
You can take my things, you can hide 'em but I'll never
in
Like in an Elvis film
You were singing Love Me Tender
I was hypnotized
By your blue eyes
And the next thing I remember
Will you know
You see that
What the heck is that thing
Well it looks like a boat no
I think it's a truck
No that's not it
Could it be a boat truck
I'm headed
a backwoods baby
Drive my tractor drive me crazy
Likes huntin'
Loves fishin'
And she can hold her own in the kitchen
And by the way boys did I mention
She's
straight
You told me things
That heroes must make
I'll do what you say
As long as you kneel
And I can be had
Without sex appeal.
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normally a suicide mission to try dissin'
But one thing I never mind's getting called Elvis all the time
In the articles that you write which is why I never
A while ago
I found myself in bloody exhaust grease
London again with an all-consuming urge
To hunt for two rare things: back
Issues of NME rumored
Got a lot of living to do
Elvis just shook his head
He said Bobby,
My boy, come and
Stand by me
I'm gonna tell you about a time when
My baby left me.
I'm chilling right out by the sun
They calling I don't need nun
Member glades living likes Issa hotel
Ferragamo she got in a bun
I think they mad
out, then shoot a nigga out?
Dead bodies in my dreams, Bob Marley on my couch
Pass me the blunt, he was smokin' when he died
You really think Elvis
a rolling stone
Never came back home now I'm on my own
So I had to learn a few things bout survival
Like the ice pick done off the bottom
If you scared
the place where we've already been
There's Elvis-O-Rama, the Tupperware Museum,
The Boll Weevil Monument, and Cranberry World,
The Shuffleboard Hall
the place where we've already been
There's Elvis-O-Rama, the Tupperware Museum,
The Boll Weevil Monument, and Cranberry World,
The Shuffleboard Hall
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