Lyrics:
the dust, you could hear the wind
Through the cracks in the walls where the sun came in
There were tractor parts, old Folgers cans
Full of nuts and bolts,
part of me
Part of us excuse me
Forgive me for this verse
Possessed by the holy spirit Every line gets worse
This gift that I'm using used to be a curse
Dusty old farmer out working your fields
Hanging down over your tractor wheels
The sun beatin' down turns the red paint to orange
And rusty old
man circle yuh endz like protractor
Yeah yuh got di looks but yuh lacking di character
Makin all di noise like a old time tractor
She jus wah di wickie
sight
The moon shines down on this ugly old town
The tides roll up and the tides roll down
And the queen of the river she's wearing a crown tonight
Yeah,
take this old man by the hand
To begin again, to begin again
When I first looked into eyes like mine
I wondered what I'd learn to see through them in
effected by
The bombs deployed by the US
This one's forhumanity h-U-M-A-N-I T-Y
Yes okay
They are inside, they see blood before skin
Israel Funds America,
The real estate man came around today
Must have heard I was in town
For Grandads estate
And he parked his Benz under thta old birch tree
He said,
and then back smack ya, carjack ya
Run you down with a tractor!
You a actor, tryin to play my part with no fuckin heart
You the tin man... nigga!
Go see
to nobody 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
Intro!!
Adim otuucally made
Smith
Krissboy bad man ever
Ekwe
Davidson man of the moment
Greeee rahhhhh
(Chrous by lordsmith)
Ray diary
No zuzu make
a Prairie sky
A bent old man by the ceiling fan
Sipping on a glass o’ brew
Looked me up and down with a wrinkled frown
Waiting on a word or two
Verse 2
He
road will I choose to the grave
And if I'm old 'til this oldness has me dying
I hope youll be by me then
'Cause if I'm old 'til this oldness has me
away in this tractor beam
Twas a horrible scene
Her hair still in rollers
Her nightie was busting at the seams
And her scream
Got all the more extreme
eyes closed,
F#m
and in the dark.
E B7 E
This old dirt road 'aint on the map,
me call me master
Her old man a goofy, now he laying in a casket
Bullets shave his head, my chopper gave that boy a bad cut
I like it when it's backed
hangin' by a thread better than hangin' by a rope, see I'm hangin' wit my niggas til I'm hangin' wit my niggas, can't you see they tryna kill us, man it's
There was a farmer and a farmyard filled with animals
And this is the story of their times
Old man Sammy had a farm
Walked the land with the rifle
the old man down,
He never doubted that the rumor was real.
But there the old man stood by the store front,
With his white cane hanging from his belt.
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 might
and the Bronco
Once again, ridin' in the sunset (O oh)
Blood inside my eyes (Uh)
I can't let it touch my son's head (No)
This shit drippin' on the
BoJack's with
He was just an old country doctor
In a little Kentucky town
Fame and fortune had passed him by
But we never saw him frown
As day by day in his
not about tractors
But how I hacked your network and pivoted to Azure
So if you ain't down with this new type of hacker
and you wanna be a sheep, well
a cow
Hittin switches in a drop top low ride tractor plow
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Redneck fella, moonshine sella
Hang him by his neckbones, chicken bones
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