Lyrics:
What did you care?
etc. etc.
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Anything and everything can be so easily institutionalised,
A poor parody of itself. Itself contained by itself.
Bought by a town
Bought by a country
It's time my man Jamal to come
Meet Mr. Malkski
They set em up the riddim
Sit down, me Billy boy
A-B-C-D-E-F-G,
a country are we living in?
Led down by the people we believing in
Cos if I tell you all the things way we get for the country still we be poor you never go
Walter, Otis Spann, Jimmy Reed I say, magic sound
Tell me who, who's gonna fill those shoes
They're the ones who made the blues
Who's gonna fill those
It's mine, boys
Mine me that gold!
With those nuggets duggets ...
It's glory they'll gimme
My dear friend, King Jimmy
Will probably build me a shrine
The gold of Cortés
The jewels of Pizarro
Will seem like mere trinkets
By this time tomorrow
The gold we find here
Will dwarf them by far
Oh,
Went riding
out in to the country night
he left his phone still ringing
ringing by the t.v.'s light
goodbye to you new york city
goodbye
I get home from a long day, put on the radio
Lookin' for some country soul, but I don't find it, no
It's a dirt road free for all, some old boys
By: jimmy buffett
1971
Hardly seems a long time
Just a minute of the day
But the man who stood beside me
More than gave himself away
The food stain
running up bucks
Flew cross the country out fucking with Kali
Rolling up dope take a puff hit my body
I woke up in a new Bugatti
My future in my hands
Top down trickle so slow
Quoted richest country and they pissing on the poor
Squeeze a motherfucker to the bone
Living check to check
And it's
Big Joe Williams, Bukka White, Robert Johnson, Jimmy Reed
Sam Chatmon, Ishman Bracy, Tommy Johnson, Skip James
John Lee Hooker, Elmore James,
the mortician, you know that shovel is on me
To put em in the earth, I do my dirt all by my lonely
I'm all about the Benjy's
But that bring jealousy and envy
There's a girl who lives in the high country
Who lives on tea and dreams
And I know that she does not love me
But she plays the game so well
""Sit by my
years young
Without you by my side
Promise you i'd do you proud
Someday i will scream your name like
Uuuu... uuuu....
Jimmy he once was a poor boy too
your country needs some killing done
Go do it now boy"
The war itself is bad enough,
It can break you down no matter how tough
But the tragedy of all
See me ride across the country with my shotty ridin' shotgun
Got slimmys on my jimmy with magnums rockin' platinum
Wig's dig this, the fuckin'
on the banjo Sammy's slappin' spoons
Jimmy plays a Martin and he's a singing fool
Dancin' in God's country, thirty miles from town
Summer stars up in
try. You'll make it if you try
You'll get by. You'll make it if you try. You'll make it if you try
You will get by
Poor sweet city boy, you'll make it
There's a girl who lives in the high country
Who lives on tea and dreams
And I know that she does not love me
But she plays the game so well
Sit by my side
aggressive and a patronising tone
Targeted by police for our choice of clothes
Poor school kids excluded when caught with drugs
While the rich sit smug coz
a beautiful country
Very special country
A very diverse Country
And by the way
This government has fought for every person who lives in it
Black, white,
Big Joe Williams, Bukka White, Robert Johnson, Jimmy Reed
Sam Chatmon, Ishman Bracy, Tommy Johnson, Skip James
John Lee Hooker, Elmore James,
okay to cry like one
Cuz it's a rich girls wild west
And a poor boy pays the check
By the whiskers on my chin I been country
And now I'm going back again
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