Search results for back to the summer by 60 ft dolls

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pumped the pimp
That fed the fiends
He got jumped by the brothers in Ft. Green
They slapped the mack
That kept us back
Sucker suckin' the hood like
The wheels go down
I'm back in town
Three months full of summer
And nothing to do
It's been a strain at the reins
But the picture remains
I got a sixty-nine Chevy with a 396
Fuelie heads and a Hurst on the floor
She's waiting tonight down in the parking lot
Outside the Seven-Eleven
I got a sixty-nine Chevy with a 396
Fuelie heads and a Hurst on the floor
She's waiting tonight down in the parking lot
Outside the Seven-Eleven
I got a sixty-nine Chevy with a three-ninety-six
Fuelie heads and a Hurst on the floor
She's waiting tonight down in the parking lot
Outside
we are all we got

It was a long hot summer run,
back in the middle of sixty-four
Down by a clearing just out of the sun,
I swore I had been there
Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels
Looking back at the years gone by like so many summer fields
In sixty five I was seventeen
Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels
Looking back at the years gone by like so many summer fields
In sixty-five I was seventeen
Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels
Looking back at the years gone by like so many summer fields
In sixty-five I was seventeen
Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels
Looking back at the years gone by like so many summer fields
In sixty five I was seventeen
Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels
Looking back at the years gone by like so many summer fields
In sixty-five I was seventeen
Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels
Looking back at the years gone by like so many summer fields
In sixty-five I was seventeen
Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels
Looking back at the years gone by like so many summer fields
In sixty-five I was seventeen
Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels
Looking back at the years gone by like so many summer fields
In sixty five I was seventeen
Virgil Caine is the name, I served on the Dansyl Train
So much cavalry came and tore up the tracks again
In the summer of sixty-five we were hungry
words
They're the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you

All alone at the sixty-four World's Fair
Eighty dolls singing small
words
They're the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you

All alone at the sixty-four World's Fair
Eighty dolls singing small
She like the snake in her bird-tim
I'm addicted by design, a fiend
If she ever try to cut me from her team

Don't turn your back
When she's on that
a part of the game 
Catch a snitch, cut a snitch or put one in his frame 
Its like every other summer I was back and forth to jail 
Telling nanna I'm
The place she called home was high on a hill,
Way up in a big house under the trees
Day's in the sun she's seen by the river,
Reading a book,
came home one summer evening 
The place was empty, ain't that strange? 
She left a message on the mirror 
In pink lipstick she signed her name 

It
known the fears of sixty-six years
I've had troubles and tears by the score
But the only thing I'd trade them for
Is sixty seven more
Oh, it's time
to pick up your pen and defend
Cause if you can't, me and my friend, terrorizin all
Revoke all my actions and still won't fall
Stab you all like rag dolls -
Oh Amelia, oh Amelia 
A southern woman, a southern woman 
Never had a chance to say goodbye 

I met her back in sixty-three, 
She was such
had a squab with a bitch with a big-ass nose
I started to knock the bitch out, but before I could
I'm stopped short by a redneck peckerwood
But he