Lyrics:
He ran his wife Lerline in his place and she won
By a landslide He's most famous as the
Belligerent racist voice of the segregationist
[ Find more
to start beef but spark trees, no cops rolling by
No policemen, no homicide, no chalk on the streets
No reason, for nobody's momma to cry
See I'm a good
to start beef but spark trees, no cops rolling by
No policemen, no homicide, no chalk on the streets
No reason, for nobody's momma to cry
See I'm a good
the kids killed by ARs in Parkland
Ask George Floyd, Breonna Taylor and Manuel Ellis
Ain’t nobody’s life matter to powers to that be
King stay king, are you
like doves over the streets watchin' many things
Kids walkin home from school, on drug blocks, missionaries
Pass out papers that read love god
I see
Big Daddy Kane told me No Half Steppin'
You half step it's a wrap
You getting wrapped up like an Aztec mummy
Yo you know why this dude
Cass' act real
him down
It's March the Uks locking down
Most other countries had already shut shit down
We follow suit stay at home no ones allowed out
Imperial orders
can't play no home games, fuck it's all good
Stand on what you believe in like Martin Luther King would (facts)
Free Sheff G, the game can't wait
He ran his wife Lurleen in his place and she won by a landslide.
He's most famous as the beligerant racist voice of the segregationist south,
Standing
on the road
I'm driving
Heading home for Christmas day
No sweets and toys I will be giving
I'm wearing a red ribbon
'Cause I'm
My Christmas present for
on the tree. He's my star. And he really makes everything feel like home.
Sometimes on Christmas
it can
It can be so lonely
but I'm reaching out
I'm reaching
stop by willies house and say
Do yall need anything from town?
Hed say no, but why dont yall stop on the way back home?
And Ill get laura mae, yeah,
you
Iz where me won be
Holdin' you in my arms over
Christmas pon de island
Come on by, us stan home, aye
(Da da doop, da doon da doo doddy)
We no need
to keep your distance
But how you call that living
Now I’m alone on Christmas
Can’t go home to see my mom and dad
My favourite place is closing
at home
All alone
You and me (Baby)
There's no place I'd rather be
Than with the one who completes me
I never dreamed that I would find someone
To make me
that I would say I would say
That there’s no place i would rather be
Than right here with you
All I want for for Christmas is time with you
Nothing Else
inside of her house
The day after Christmas when shots rang out
A bullet travelled inside of her home and slaughtered her
No charges were filed against
gone
Tearin' down the 'jects creatin' plush homes
My circumstance is between Cabrini and Love Jones
Surrounded by hate, yet I love home
Ask my guy
It's just the family affair
Time to make the living room feel like Madison Square
And if you mad, you a square
Christmas in Cali, it's the family
(Intro)
You got me feeling, yeah, you got me feeling,
Like I'm back home, like I'm back home,
They ain't the same, none of these back roads,
But
takes over me
As soon as I go home and close the door
Kinda feels like déjà vu
I wanna get away from this place, I do
But I can't and I won't, say I
I hate jingle bells
And I hate singing children
Another Christmas night
And I’m Antichrist
I hate Macaulay Culking
On that Home Alone Stuff
Been
that night
And Jones ain’t that guy
Still he gonna take her home
And she gonna treat him right
And that’ll be the last she hears of Mr. Jones
No
forty motherfuckers expirin' the globe
Footprints of Timbs and Wallabee soles
We case the place like Barnaby Jones, homes
Lay it down like plats in ya
Discuss these no place like home on christmas by george jones Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In