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fade away the way that Bohemians often bare the frigid air 
He returned from Alabama to see what he could see 

Constant commentary by the wayside
Southern man, you sure are pretty,
Got a smile to still the city,
And Lord, you know, you got those sleepy eyes.
Alabama sweet-talking baby,
land
Am
Walkin' down an alabama road

And he went by the name of william moore
Now what are you doing william moore
D g am
Why the letter in your
to Charlotte, Caroline
And all across the nation, it's the peaceful Christmas time

[Chorus]

And from Fort Payne, Alabama
God bless why'all...We love
to Charlotte, Caroline
And all across the nation, it's the peaceful Christmas time

[Chorus]

And from Fort Payne, Alabama
God bless why'all...We love
Yeah Renegades is back and the beat is sick,
Jay Z, Freeway, 8 Miles,
Let's go

8 miles and running, got my 7 album droppin',
And my 8 album
to Charlotte, Caroline
And all across the nation, it's the peaceful Christmas time

[Chorus]

And from Fort Payne, Alabama
God bless why'all...We love
a backwoods baby
Drive my tractor drive me crazy
Likes huntin'
Loves fishin'
And she can hold her own in the kitchen
And by the way boys did I mention

She's
Most of my life has been hit and run
Look for me two times and the second time I'm gone
Throwing stones at your window
Hanging by my toes from
Loyal fans and newfound followers
Whassup y'all? Hello how are you doin out there?
You're chillin I'm winnin
Oh by the way the album's out go get
[Kool Keith] 

I got skill  you're on my tip  now back off 

Slack off  let me do this  and y'all turn the wack off 

The radio stereo here we go
I'll write your name
Across the sky
And take away the stars
'Cause you light up the night
You as high as the moon
When you're here with me
That's why
forever
We were forged by some holy fire
Far away eyes
Filled with sadness and joy
Contradiction, benediction, Alabama boy
There's a raft on the river
my own preaching means
And thinking why I'm leaving rhymes leaking by the evening
Who'da thought the hammer hit ya?
The Ruger spark, leave you
Let's go down to Alabama
Let's go see my dear old mama
Fryin' eggs and cookin' hammy
That's what I like 'bout the South

She's got baked ribs
on TV 
And that little town 
That kept you down 
Is where you want to be 
Yeah I'm one of you 
Yeah I'm one of you 
No your not by yourself
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
Tush, Cocaine, Sweet Home Alabama
I knew I had her in the palm of my hand 
When I stepped in the spotlight
Hot and heavy in that little alley
And they lay in the jails or they fell by the highway

Here's a song to those who are gone with never a reason why
And a toast of the wine at the end
and lovers pass by 
Smiling and joking 
But they don`t know the fool I was 
Why should they care what was lost 
What was broken? 

But if I call, I know
to Charlotte, Caroline
And all across the nation, it's the peaceful Christmas time

[Chorus]

And from Fort Payne, Alabama
God bless why'all...We love
Yo, yo can y'all' hear me out there
Let me intoduce myself ladies and gentlemen
See I go by the name of Big Woody Rock
And I'd just like you
are
To the d block, to anybody else whose our motherfucking family putting down an 
Album, we gon crush why'all motherfuckers
Well this one is
and lovers pass by 
Smiling and joking 
But they don`t know the fool I was 
Why should they care what was lost 
What was broken? 

But if I call, I know
Well I quit my job down at the carwash I left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston with my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked all