Lyrics:
forgotten that life before was shit?
So listen to these hate songs from before the apocalypse
Hold steadfast to the fondness for the old world that you clutch
bitches call me handsome
But I be way too busy to go plan some
So they hear the lyrics and think they know me
By the time I drop the song it be the old me
I
Lord, I confess
That I've been a criminal
I've stolen Your breath
And sang my own song
And Lord, I confess
But I'm far from innocent
These
The sea, you see, told me to be
A writer pulling words from its streams
A writer writing purple thoughts
Onto blue lined paper
A writer trying to write songs
Since you turned the tables on me
I've been steady and learnin' lonely
Keepin' this turntable spinnin'
Everything from Jones to Jennings
Slowly
is age old
Some question, why do I always come to take souls?
I'm everywhere in the hearts of men
Jealousy and envy my right hands, them is my
The old Nashville cowboy was burdened with time
He was bent by his years and the fight with the wine
With a head full of music and an old nursery
The old Nashville cowboy was
Burdened with time
He was bent by his years and
The fight with the wine
With a head full of music
And an old nursery
healing from a song,
Just when everything goes wrong.
Play it right
Through the night
Till morning brings you light.
And if some folk laugh at you
Let
Yeah, I like it when the girls
Stop by in the summer do you remember?
Do you remember when we met, last summer?
New Kids On The Block had a bunch
Fiddler’s Green
As I strolled by the dockside one evening so fair
To view the salt water and take in sea air
I heard an old fisherman singing a song
I'm as sure as the birds that sing our song
Every day I wake up next to you, I don't want to go
Down that old road
Away from home
The years roll by
Old pirates, yes, they rob I
Sold I to the merchant ships
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit
But my hand was made strong
By
Old pirates, yes, they rob I
Sold I to the merchant ships
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit
But my hand was made strong
By
also proven helpful to go the exact opposite way
Use a grandmother
Step three
Show the viewers your country's ethnic background
By using an old
And I went to pick her up in the rain
But before I could get to the station in my pickup truck
She got run over by a damned old train
And I'll hang
by friends and family at a few small shows
We put together here in Memphis TN
We had a lot of fun creating and dreaming
We learned a lot from the work
curtains dancing in the wind
Having a beer with an old friend
Riding in a pickup legs hanging off the tailgate
Jumping from a rope hanging high above
Old pirates yes they rob I
Sold I to the merchant ships
Minute after they took I
From the bottomless pit
But my hand was made strong
By the hand
chant of ambiguous rocking approval from two guys in the back - "free bird"
I hit the opening the chord
And I start an old song I wrote called "you can't
He was a long, tall stranger from way down south
Where he'd left his life behind
He had a big, old Gibson and a pickup truck
And Shenandoah
now old were young
At home each night by firelight
Those dear old songs were sung
Sweet melodies, their memories
Around my heart still cling
That's
old coon dog Just to get us another groundhog
Fix another pot of the groundhog gravy Can you have some Well I'll say maybe
I come from way back in
Back is cracked from whеn I
Dropped it on the road
When everybody left me
Had to find my way home
I think this was supposed to be happy a song
But when I
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