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guitar bum whose name I never knew

Old School Nashville, Harlan Howard, Bob McDill
Tom T Hall go drink your fill and blow us all away

There was this
He spent 15 years
Getting loaded for 15 years
Till his liver exploded
Now what's Bob gonna do
Now that he can't drink?
The Doctor said: "What ya
He spent 15 years 
Getting loaded for 15 years 
Till his liver exploded 
Now what's Bob gonna do 
Now that he cant drink? 
The Doctor said:
He spent 15 years 
Getting loaded for 15 years 
Till his liver exploded 
Now what's Bob gonna do 
Now that he cant drink? 
The Doctor said:
He spent 15 years
Getting loaded for 15 years
Till his liver exploded
Now what's Bob gonna do
Now that he can't drink?
The Doctor said: "What ya
He spent 15 years 
Getting loaded for 15 years 
Till his liver exploded 
Now what's Bob gonna do 
Now that he cant drink? 
The Doctor said:
I'm old Tom Moore from the bummer's shore in that good old golden days
They call me a bummer and a gin shot too, but what cares I for praise ?
I
flapped long ears and didn't brush up by day
Got his long ears whittled and his old hid scorched in a most artistic way
Now one fine day old Sandy Bob he
powerful, spit shit subliminal
Slang therapist, my whole style is criminal
Bugged like Bob Digital, fly visual
Mind body and soul, I'm a strong individual
of my sweatshirt 

Bone 2 the bone 2 the bad 2 the bad 2 the bone
Hit bound from the Mo-town allen
Fuck a 40 I drink it by the gallon 
I started out
doin' it

Bound by honest sword take over the set, rap from here to que-bec
Throw up the tech, crash your intellect select a vet
Swimsuit mammal
bought my mom a castle
Bought pops a fuckin non filter box of camels
Comp soft n fragile get stomped and trampled
While they bitch in my car tryna bob for
Representin St. Louis everytime I breathe
In the city I touch down and I bob and weave, ay

[Chorus]

[Murphy Lee]
I sport my beeper on my boots, that's
on the phone, shot me a cold dove
She said she can't talk, she got a sore throat
But she probably gettin fucked by a sport coat
I'm goin through it

Yeah
y'all
everytime i breathe
In the city i touch down and i bob and weave, ay

[Chorus]

I sport my beeper on my boots, that's why i be a buzz when i kick
Maybe
everytime i breathe
In the city i touch down and i bob and weave, ay

[Chorus]

I sport my beeper on my boots, that's why i be a buzz when i kick
Maybe
bring your bulletproof vest 'cause I'm a sharp shooter
Tear a hole in your ass like Roto Rooter
So step if ya want to step, step if ya want to
I'll
the refs get political, dribble like bob dole
Am I gettin' lyrical
Daddy, I think so
Monstar droppin' flavor fluid so drink slow

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