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Pure Liz Story (Liz Story) · Welcome Home: The Very Best of Liz Story (Liz Story) · Liz Story (Liz Story) · Back Porch Bluegrass (The Dillards) · The Lowdown Back Porch Blues (Louisiana Red) · Back Porch Swing (Vassar Clements) · Back Porch Bluegrass/Live!!! Almost!!! (The Dillards) · Back Porch Bluegrass/Live!!! Almost!!! (The Dillards) · Back Porch Bluegrass/Pickin' and Fiddlin' (The Dillards) · The Lowdown Back Porch Blues (Louisiana Red) – and 90 other albums »


gonna learn these things by heart

Well, I'm gone to
Way down on Last Breath Farm
I've been rakin' leaves with Liza
Me and Liz clean up the yard
You know the story; it's the truth; love's the proof 
 
If you keep on rocking long as it keeps raining 
Back and forth on your porch 
Just keep
with gold
Only to find a yellow brick road
We know the way that story goes

Here under the rainbow
People pass us by
We laugh at the way they laugh
Front porch sittin' in an old rockin' chair
The sun is hot in the Texas sky
Garden growin' clothes out on the line
Dusty road when a car goes by
ain't got no cable TV
Oh we used to tell stories and some of them true
Back when the old home-place was new
Back when the old home-place...
second ward offa Sherman
That was back when niggas jammin to Pee Wee Herman
Smokin with my teacher but not the preacher
I remember fuckin Liz
felt the evilness and started transformin' (rar!)
It began storming, I heard a bunch of cheering fans swarming
Grabbed that bitch by her hair
Drug her
been around the world in and out of hotels
Now I'm finally off tour I got some stories to tell
It all started with Mel my first time doin' it
Nervous,
Grandpa Campbell would sit upon his front porch
And I'd be right there just sittin' on his knee
He'd tell stories about love and feast and famine
of cheering fans swarming 
Grabbed that b**** by her hair 
Drug her across the ground 
And took her up to the highest diving board and tossed her down
You can come over
You can sit on the back porch
We can take a walk
When it gets colder
You can climb in my car
Yeah, we can talk
Sit up all
the moon

By sunrise I could hear the church bells ringing
I got there as the saints were marching in
I sat down on the back row
And heard the story
think you got them where you want 'em
Then they leave you all alone
Half broke horses, they never come back home

Now I watch that little girl by
here trying to get by

[Chorus]

Just like to say man
We need to get back to goin' to grandma house
Lil' kids playin' football in the streets
From
turn around and get down on they knees
Me, I'm screamin' in the house I just won by three
So when I run out on the porch to tell the homies come and see
the ice by summer
Turn the grass from green to gold
Live the greatest story ever told

And you'd like to be in my shoes
Wouldn't you now
Wouldn't you
went down like Bobby Brown

I said a rap and they took me to jail
Pulled out my bank and made bail
This is my story, it could not wait
It all
I went down like Bobby Brown
I said a rap and they took me to jail
Pulled out my bank, and made bail
This is my story, it could not wait
It all
Ninety-Nine & Me


Spoken :
Alright now, I'd like to tell you all a story about me and my brother Billy T.
You see , now when we were just little
straight up reality
Made by the streets, done by insanity
Drive-by, yes, it's the season
When the Ganxta kills for no reason
When an MC is slippin
please nigga
Here we go - Just Blaze!

To all my niggas on the porch gettin they hair braided
Cornrowed by a L.A. bitch
And I can't forget, my niggas ridin
that you ever asked for
And it still looks a bit different
Then when you pictured it on that back porch, and I'm gone
World traveler all I got is my
different
Then when you pictured it on that back porch
And I'm gone world traveller all I got is my songs
When the nights start blending into one another
Now this is a true story for the most part
That occurred on the top floor of this
Bigwig record executive's office in Nashville, Tennessee
Now
on the porch tellin' stories
With a bottle of Jack, two grand kids on my lap
Babysitting for Hailey, while Hailey's out gettin' shmashed

'Cause every time I go