Lyrics:
Mixin' with my moms in the kitchen
Them spoons rattlin'
Pots and pans, faucet water pourin'
Tunes managin'
To come from all the fussin' and ramblin'
What I
to Jersey
It's Monday I re-ed up on Thursday
Yeah yeah
I'm sipping too fast like I'm thirsty
Yeah yeah
But I'm quick on these bitches you heard me
I do all
It's that Mutha Fukkn Reed, Hahahahaha
Gett'em, Gett'em, Mutha Fukkn Reed
Mutha Fukkn Reed, Fukkn Reed
It's Mutha Fukkn Reed, hmm, haa
Watch Me
No
Don't tell us how it really was
When you was working with daddy
Well, in 1950, I took a little nip
Along with Mr. Williams on the way
Don tell us how it really was when you was workin with daddy.
Well in 1950 I took a little nip
Along with Mr. Williams on the way to Mississipp'
Guthrie was consumed by fire
His momma took ill and fanned the flames
A man set out to do his own thing
The ornery profane poet straight-talker
Woody
you've heard about me
And all my ramblin' ways
If I could have a gal like you
I'd change today
I've been called an old tomcat
Been in and out
I was young when I left home,
And I been out a'ramblin' 'round,
And I never wrote a letter to my home.
To my home, Lord, to my home,
And I never
screaming out, "Hey, that's our child"
Jerry Reed would say, "Yeah, right," now they claim me
They always thought I'd be a rockstar
Rockstar (rockstar)
got the
fever for the flavor of a single see me and
Shady I think we got it locked down shocked
by the sound I got you crusin' with your
top down these
Rolling up big backwoods whole eighths
Put my trust on my glock cold case
I ain’t sending shit out on good faith
I just sent it out y’all took that bait
My
Don, tell us how it really was
When you was workin' with daddy
Well, in 1950 I took a little nip
Along with Mr williams on
The way to Mississipp'
We
should start calling you au jus
'Cause alls you do is spit them lyrics out the wazoo"
Evil twin, take this beat now, it's all you
I believe people can
gravy, Marshall, I should start calling you au jus
'Cause alls you do is spit them lyrics out the wazoo"
Evil twin, take this beat now, it's all you
I
to LAS VEGAS
To check out the lounges
Pull a few handles,
And drink a few beers,
(Oh, ETHELL!)
ETHELL, my darling,
You know that I love you!
I'm
and they're so good
Recognize that lick you taught me?
Hahaha, that I stole from Jerry Reed, haha
You're not gonna take credit for that one?
No, I won't, I
Just like me I know they've got the road train blues.
You drive all night and listen to the engine groan,
With lots of time to think about the folks
the last laugh
Coach said come on by my office, I got a bone to pick
Busted out in tears you know how them moments get
He said this year ya last, gotta
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
to promote me, yeah
Gotta bust it open for my nigga Swae Lee
Tell me all your secrets, baby, come clean
You and me tonight and you'll be complete
If they
Reed
My love is real fuck what you want I'll give you what you need
Off this liquor ima give you every part of me
My choices
Took losses
My voice is
don't fumble y'all
Look at me ramblin' as usual
You don't know what sixteen gunshots
Will do to you
Two handguns, shotgun user like
Blucka, blucka, blucka
of the new and eternal covenant, which will be poured out for you on your journey for the quench of your thirst. Do this in memory of me.
(Salus veni Dominus
So, I'm gonna get on that old turnpike and I'm gonna ride
I'm gonna leave this town 'til you decide
Which one you want the most, me or Jerry Reed
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