Lyrics:
This old fords just tryin' to run
She's been beat down by that North Florida sun
40 years watchin' them trees
Bring me down, bring me down to my
an apartment
You've tried living in a van
Come along down to the old bayou
You might be a waterway man
Now, the bayou runs to the river
The river runs down
this is made by man
Pedestrian lu
A river of people
A magical flow
Still willing to grow
Beautiful Shanghai
Home of the Laowai
This city's alive
By day
Walk on down to the mulberry bush
Go on down by my river
Hear an old man yelling boy don't you end up just like me
Or you'll die, die, die, die just like
And country up
Country up your drink, your boots, your ride
Put a four by four in a Friday night
Find field or river or a honky tonk
Put a camo Bass Pro
She dumped his cold body in a warm river
Rolled off the back of her old pickup
She really wanted company but he just really wanted to go
She lived
you feel me now? Cry me a river now
I wish ninety percent of these rappers
Would go get a job application and fill it out (fill it out, man)
Kinda
was eighty-some years old and they'd lost track
They could not have known
They were bringing Winston home
He'd been raised by his Grandpa
They said his
a boy when she was just nineteen
Crazy love, never gonna settle down
I've had a bellyful of loving on the same old merry-go-round
Like any man I've
without my man Kadafi
The government took Nazi scientists from Germany
To design nuclear rockets and ways of observin' me
'Cause their pathetic attempts,
Ah Stogie T
Ey you gon have to settle down man
You got a lot to get through ait
After this man you gon have to decide
You know I draw the line
Make
Blowing up like a fat man guess I'll go on tour bitch
Satan in my ear telling me to sell my soul
Getting tired of his tongue man this shit is getting old
When I was a girl, I had a favourite story
Of the meadowlark who lived where the rivers wind
Her voice could match the angels' in its glory,
But
In a land the Spanish once had called the Northern Mystery,
Where rivers run and disappear the mustang still is free.
By the Devil's wash
quid pro quo
I whip up a beat just for you so bring heat
Just hop by the crib and we'll make it go holy
Me and the homies we're sorry not sorry
Rather
Black flies on the windowsill
That we are, that we are, that we are to know
Winter stole summer's thrill
And the river's cracked and cold
See,
old's drinking 40's with clouds
Drunk fool walked by with his wallet and key
They took it all and left them in his BVD's
To much and 2 Dope got booming
my home.
And there's the corner store
Where I bought my first six-pack
Under age and sweating bullets
But the old man didn't care.
And there's the old
white picket fence
There's that old porch swing
There is the home that seems so different to me now
There lives the man I used to be
The grass is looking
looking bright
My darling on the porch swing by your side
My heart has been singing this same old song
My darling listen close you're the one my soul chose
I was nine years old when daddy first touched me
At 15 I ran away and never stopped running
I met a man who took me in 'cuz I was pretty though
He
Always sittin' by the phone
Daffodils are poppin' up out behind the clothesline
Underneath that tree I planted when I was just a boy of nine
Man, I
Carolina moon, lazy ol' River
Time keeps floatin' On By
Moss hanging from an oak tree
Baby it's just you and me
Sure makes one beautiful sight
We got
now, not tomorrow or the next day)
They called the wise old medicine man who shuffled up and said
"I'm levying a winkle tax one winkle each per
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