Lyrics:
a little lovin'
Livin' nothing down south)
(A black man, that not too many understand)
It's Saturday, time to play
I gotta hit the street, I'm chilling not
Walk the dog (walk the dog)
Walk the dog (walk the dog)
Big dog, little dog, all you gotta do is walk the dog
First you take a little stroll around
Soundscan, I'm ate by the streets
You - you real funny to me
Like a drag queen with heels and a head full of weave
Talkin about ki's, that you never seen
Soundscan, I'm ate by the streets
You - you real funny to me
Like a drag queen with heels and a head full of weave
Talkin about ki's, that you never seen
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
nights
Singing songs by the campfire light
Dancin in the headlights even when it rains
Saturdays out on the boat
With a girl that'll shoot you straight no
your dreams
They'll keep you down by any means
By the end of the night
You'll be stiflin' your screams
Since you became a V.I. Person
It's like
your dreams
They'll keep you down by any means
By the end of the night you'll be
Stiflin' your screams
Since you became a V.I. Person
It's like
I guess I should of known|By the way you parked your car sideways|That it wouldn't last|See you're the kinda person|That believes in makin' out
Mattel
Tryin' to flaunt the little bit of what you got
Why don't you go on over there and let him diss you again?
See your girlfriend's laughin'
on Saturday
He'll hit for town
To have himself a little fun
And when he's stumpin'
On a honky tonk hardwood floor
He's a happy son of a gun.
Well,
Savin' It Up For Saturday Night
By
Greg CookTom PadenEddie Kilgallon
Putting our pennies in a mason jar
Working overtime don't get you far now
to pacify
It's just another Saturday night
Talking while we're walking, no-one is absorbing
Each star of our own little show
Rene says she's leaving, still
yellow flowers
Turn away
Turn away
Turn away
That's why they call it Saturday
That's why they call it Saturday
Your lost in your little reverie
In
She was dead in bed, all I could do was sigh
Cash'll build a coffin, Jewel'll drive
To the broke bridge by the river heave
I'll baptize my sinnin' soul
Friday night butterflies
Like clockwork they'd arrive
A little chill and the October sky
Nervous till the kickoff game
Four quarters win or lose
a moonlight Saturday night
Little moonshine with you by my side
George Straits on the radio
I got a cold beer in my hand
I can't wait to be your man
Seeing you
and I can't find a friend
On the wings of the angels
I'm saved by her love
The little things my baby does
The little things my baby does
The little things
on Monday
She dub her man that Tuesday
We made love by Wednesday
And on Thursday & Friday & Saturday
We chilled on Sunday
Met this girl on Monday
She dub
Saturday night and you`re still hangin` around
Tired of livin` in your one-horse town
Like to find a little hole in the ground
For a while
So
that old square mug
On another down home good time homegrown western Saturday night
Well the little kids are playin' tag out back
Someone's peekin'
wings, yeah
I say every, every, every, every, every, every, every
Every time she goes by, oh, I want to clip her wings
You know why
So we can lock up
(and its hard)
then u left i fell apart
and threw it all away
and its hard to let go
little by little im letting you know
now im speading my wings
time.
Gazing in the sky I swear I seen a clock flew by the clock grew wings.
It's funny how Time Flys. The clock grew wings
It's funny how Time Flys
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