Lyrics:
a life that's green from leaves
Beneath oak trees
Here beneath oak trees
Don't you know of the road that never has an end?
Cross over lines, smell
a life that's green from leaves
Beneath oak trees, here, beneath oak trees
Don't you know of the road that never has an end
Cross over lines, smell
better
You can keep ya beach
'Cause that beach whatever
Started out at The Darby
Ended up at 1 Oak (Oak), Oak
Left the house with a hundred grand
Don't go down Maggie Creek Road
With a boy lookin' like that
He'll tell ya thangs that you wanna hear
And they'll be no turnin' back
There's an oak tree
Plant your love in a field of dreams
Water that love from the kindness stream
Watch it grow like a tall oak tree
Plant your love in a field of dreams
There was a tall oak tree
That loved a babblin brook,
And the babblin brook
loved the mountain high,
And the mountain high
Loved the sky above.
Everybody who knows me, damn sure knows
I'll be twenty foot high in a tall white oak
That's the real truck, duck, buck and bass pro
There ain't nothing
the soft southern winds in the live oak trees
And those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me
Hank and Tennessee
I guess we're all gonna be what we're
oak
With a mast and a sail on deck.
Who wants to fight and fight with a grimmy grizzly bear
Will be soon knocked out by a paw
So I only fight with
Hangman, put that rope away
Will you give me till the break of day?
Heaven help me for the fate I chose
Down where the old oak grows
Mama met
old white oak tree
Layin' shade on me
Pickin' blackberries off the vine
A Bobwhite whistling out through the pines
I can't wait to walk those streets
I sowed a seed
Underneath the oak tree
I trod it in
With my boots I trampled it down
Grow
Grow
Grow
I sowed a rose
Underneath the oak
ain't got no choice
I pick a little guitar in the evenin'
Wear Mossy Oak outta deer season
I couldn't be anybody but me, even if I tried
I used
the ghetto ghetto images
From the m-a-d-i to the s to the o-n
Potent so get your oak pen
Move like a nigga supposed to
Get your dough on the go with
Live Oak County Girl
Stood across the room
Baby, staring at you
It was getting kinda late
So, I thought I’d make my move
My heart went a little
And that was the beginning of my own true love and me
And it's home, boys home
Home I'd like to be, home for a while in my own country
Where the oak
on the corner when they reach in the window
Their arms look like limbs from an oak.
Keep the speed steady. Hold the wheel straight.
I swear I feel each
anything would turn out right?
Woah, baby, come and lay by me
In the cool, cool shade of that old, oak tree
You can go, oh, so high
Painting by to that
the same oak tree
Baby you and me
Baby you and me
Woh, ohh, you and me
(you and me)
(you and me)
You and me
We're two of a kind
Same frame
that wide oak tree
Beneath the cross is where my best buddy's buried
Lasted thirteen huntin' season runnin' strong
Keep your money 'cause a man can't
wish once again in the North I could be."
For the oak and the ash and the bonny ivy tree
They all grow green in the North country.
While sadly I roam I
and dry
And there's that old oak tree, huh
That I used to play on and down the lane I
Walk with sweet-sweet Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's
Poison Oak, darling, I know where you've been
Marking off boxes on your checklist of sin
Your father oughta have his old head busted in
For raising
come adorned
With the leaves of the oak
We dance around the fire
Raise the tar barrels high
On this evening of Midsummer
Put the spirits to flight
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