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neighborhood 
To the studio trying to fight me
She need to get a, piece of the american pie and take her bite out
That's my house, I'll disconnect the cable
you got to go,

Me and my friends are drinking and we was wondering if you know...


Any Lynard Skynard, or American Pie,

Willie and Waylon, or Magic
neighborhood 
To the studio trying to fight me
She need to get a, piece of the american pie and take her bite out
That's my house, I'll disconnect the cable
neighborhood 
To the studio trying to fight me
She need to get a, piece of the american pie and take her bite out
That's my house, I'll disconnect the cable
I had a '56 T-Bird, then I was king of the highway
Trying to make it look fast and easy and dreaming of doing it my way
Let's put the top down,
[Slug]:
7:30 AM, Alerted to life by a song on the radio
The evening is over
Another morning, another opportunity
To do something progressive
they want is a piece
Of the pie that you keep
Is that too much to ask of those who lay the concrete?
Still laying on concrete
Pop, Pop by police
God knows why why why why why

Oh, they call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
Throw me the finger in the air, let me see where you're at
And say hey,
trying to fight me
She need to get a, piece of the american pie and take her bite out
That's my house, I'll disconnect the cable and turn the lights out
the calendar changed and the pages fell off, but the singer remained the same
And he never grew tired of singing his song, and his fans still called his name
the calendar changed and the pages fell off, but the singer remained the same
And he never grew tired of singing his song, and his fans still called his name
kudzu king
Beating along this American dream
Wrecked out the truck when she showed up
She had a fire inside her faraway eyes
And I knew just where to take
trying to fight me
She need to get a, piece of the american pie and take her bite out
That's my house, I'll disconnect the cable and turn the lights out
trying to fight me
She need to get a, piece of the american pie and take her bite out
That's my house, I'll disconnect the cable and turn the lights out
wheat, sing, sing, sing!

Sing a song of sixpence, pocket full of rye
four and twenty blackbirds baked into a pie.
When the pie was opened and set
[Originally performed by Black Sabbath]

Sing me a song, you're a singer
Do me a wrong, you're a bringer of evil
The Devil is never a maker
The less
And the king of light
All the power in the land
Pull me through to the shadowland
I was driven by some hidden hand
It's the greatest gift of all
sing, sing!

Sing a song of sixpence, pocket full of rye
Four and twenty blackbirds baked into a pie.
When the pie was opened and set before the king
neighborhood 
To the studio trying to fight me
She need to get a, piece of the american pie and take her bite out
That's my house, I'll disconnect the cable
cuts the king
Beating along this American dream
Right out out the trunk when she showed up
She had a fire sat in her faraway eyes
And I knew just where
as

The rail-king lay rocking
He was leaving the ground
Then he was flying like Santa Claus
Over the town where
He came to the window
Of a house by a stream
It
you
We got that chronic chronic, we got that wateva u do

Put ya hands in the sky, stick up, pick up piece of American pie
Wat kind of car do ya
neighborhood 
To the studio trying to fight me
She need to get a, piece of the american pie and take her bite out
That's my house, I'll disconnect the cable
neighborhood 
To the studio trying to fight me
She need to get a, piece of the american pie and take her bite out
That's my house, I'll disconnect the cable
neighborhood 
To the studio trying to fight me
She need to get a, piece of the american pie and take her bite out
That's my house, I'll disconnect the cable