Lyrics:
the coupe
Oak wood in interior, suede on the roof
Now shoot back, now shoot back
Ah man, Hell Rell, he on the same bullshit again
Same black hoodie, ya same
the live oaks
Wind through the windows like a whisper on a breeze
Out there in the quiet heard Him talking to me
Amazing grace came flooding through
to complain on
Heed to the roads and the stars in the sky
Lean under oaks when your legs are tired
When they're tired
It's all fixed, I sent your
to complain on
Heed to the roads and the stars in the sky
Lean under oaks when your legs are tired
When they're tired
It's all fixed, I sent your
slid under the floor
under the oak and the iron
with you under oak and iron
under the thick and under the thin
where only fire grows...
I forgot
Thirty minute drive and walk down a hill
To a little piece of water where the world stands still
And I still get hung up on that oak tree
Throw that
like what's next?
Head to 1 OAK popping bottles she say what's next?
Do a couple lines in the stall she’s like what's next?
Drinking Rosé till her tummy
To hell with the old oak tree
Where the carving used to be
Even the blindest fool can see
We were something
We were
So take me home to the beginning
I have a hut on a hill so high
So I can dream near the clear blue sky
Nestled in slumber beneath oak trees
In my castle in the sky
Though
made the call
Sheltering Oaks nursing home
On the edge of the golf course
Residents watching passerby offspring
Swinging sticks at the ball
All
oak tree that I used to play on
Down the lane I'd walk with my sweet Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green green
there's a beautiful river in the valley ahead
There 'neath the oak's bough soon we will be wed
Should we lose each other in the shadow of the evening
the big oak tree
Go way over yonder' hide behind the big oak tree
Ain't nobody gonna play the game, but you and me
Now, ten, twenty, twenty-five, thirty
another no good town
The lights on my native land are glowing
I wonder if they'll know me next time 'round
I wonder if that old oak tree's still standing
the old oak tree that I used to play on
Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherry
It's so good to touch the green green
sweetly
It's so good to touch the green, green, grass of home
The old house is still standing though the paint is cracked and dry
And there's the old oak
To the sign on that old oak tree
And how I wish that your arms
Would hold me and that your lips
Might touch mine too
Cause I can't travel
Up that path
cracked and dry,
And there's the old oak tree that I used to play on.
Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary,
Hair of gold and lips like cherries.
It's
the paint is cracked and dry,
And there's the old oak tree that I used to play on.
Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary,
Hair of gold and lips like
the paint is cracked and dry,
And there's the old oak tree that I used to play on.
Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary,
Hair of gold and lips like
there's a beautiful river in the valley ahead
There 'neath the oak's bough soon we will be wed
Should we lose each other in the shadow of the evening
It's so good to touch the green, green grass of home
The old house is still standing
Though the paint is cracked and dry
And there's that old oak tree
one but you and I
How I wish the little gate will open
And that you might walk with me
Down to the end of that rainbow
To the sign on that old oak
oak tree that I used to play on
Down the lane I'd walk with my sweet Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green green
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