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to get on and move the tractor every time
And this way, of course, the horses will always go ahead
Sometimes you get trouble gettin them to stop, but
I got my gun and my Bible by my bed. Trucker's hat sitting up on my head. With a chrome grill and seventeen inch rims. Good Lord can I get an Amen.
It's me and the underdogs versus the world (Let's GO!)
Even that name deeper than you think
This for the old me still sipping that drank (Ok!)
Raising my
saying. That's my point.
I.B. - Mista Lawnge, what do you mean by this nine point five thing?
M.L. - Could we talk about that some other time.
I.B. - But
Rowena, Rowena, walking barefoot on the desert floor
I'm working my father's tractor Rowena walk by some more
She looks over her shoulder and she
old tractor
In my small wonder filled hands
As together we rode gallantly
Across his precious land
There was always time for a story line
When
Man 1: What?
Mandy: This praising.
Wise Man 1: No, no, no.
Mandy: Oh! Well, if you're dropping by again do pop in. (they
take
I didn't have a clue,
How I'd miss all the whiskey an' women.
I tried to be true, but it's all I can do,
Keepin' up with the Jonesin'.
Man, this
pray he falls.
But don't feel sorry for me.
Things weren't always this bad.
Why when I was a young talking goat,
The Old Man was just like my dad.
I
Yo, who lied and said I am
Step to this and get these fifty-something-year-old hands
I'll put 'em on ya - brother I am sick and no it's not with no
else
No I couldn't believe it, I just had to find out for myself
That there's some things in this world you just can't explain.
The old man lived in
And cuttin' loose in hand me down wheels
And knockin' them Friday night beers back
By the train tracks and thinkin' that
I'd never miss this place when I got
is feelin' ridiculous
'Cause I was getting sick of this feelin'
Like I am always under attack, man
I could have stacked my sh- list to the ceilin'
is feelin' ridiculous
'Cause I was getting sick of this feelin'
Like I am always under attack, man
I could have stacked my shit list to the ceilin'
you may look tonight
You will see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado
Or Georgia by the sea
Working for some man
Who may not know at all who I
Now, I grew up down an old dirt road in a town you wouldn't know
My pop's picked the place up for fifteen hundred bucks back in 1964
My grandfather
Now, I grew up down an old dirt road in a town you wouldn't know
My pop's picked the place up for fifteen hundred bucks back in 1964
My grandfather
it do?
I said "Howdy ho!" in the country club
And I walked right up to my childhood love, we talked
And I asked her who she been with
She said "Old man
cuz this old one
Looks like it's gonna die
Oh my god NY
So much pride
hand on the warp drive
Keeping us alive on this enterprise
Ya’ll should run and hide cuz
Here comes old yellow eyes
Robot in disguise repping star fleet
Old cars in the front yard
They've been there since I was born
Old man on the front porch
He been drinkin' since early morn'
I was raised like this
all our crimes are idolized
It's
If this isn't love why does my heart hurt so bad?
You don't know why
You wanna be the man
You wanna be
my beer when it's no longer cold
Like my tractor when it gets old
Like my crops when they don't want to grow
My friend, my friend you've hit a new low
fc*## Flames on her/
Tractor Train shit cant stand still in this lane on her/
she visions this through some summer pains homey/
felt like too many ni####
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