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Owen/Into It. Over It. [Split EP] (Empress Of) · At Home with Owen (Owen) · Owen (Owen) · The Nashville Sound: Owen Bradley (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Owen/The City On Film [Split] (Owen) · Owen (Owen) · Owen/Into It. Over It. [Split EP] (Into It. Over It.) · At Home with Owen (Owen) · Body By Jake: Modern Pop Workout (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Body By Jake: Ripped And Toned Workout (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


the streets, it's Shaky Jake

I keep on the run now
I travel by night
I don't need anyone
But someone, one day, somewhere's gonna see me right

Dig a hole
the Snake, Gold Dust and Owen Heart
I miss it and Freddy and Jason Volies
I miss sneaking down the to TV and watching late night movies

bad old pussycat
stopped by the bunk house were me and old Jake used to stay
They say Jake died about ten years ago and they buried him out there on the plains
Old friend
Words and music by randy owen, teddy gentry, jeff cook, and richard scott
Fantasy, midnight and you and me.
Ecstasy, spirits running wild and free.
OPEN UP YOUR HEART
(Buck Owens)
« © '66 Blue Book Music »

Open up your heart and let my love come in
Open up your heart and let my life begin
Slammed that door and left me standing all alone
They had a love nest in his new club there went my wife all over town
As I watched it I got green
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
A dinosaur Victrola list'ning to Buck Owens.

Doo doo doo lookin' out my back door.

Tambourines and elephants are playing in the band.
Won't you take a ride
Victrola listnein' to Buck Owens doodoodoo lookin' out my back door
Tambourines and elephants are playing in the band
Won't you take a ride on the flying
down by me

He leaned on the tank that was helping his breathing
Said it's bad when your body is gone
I said this is sure a nice town that you've got
on the lawn. 
A dinosaur Victrola list'ning to Buck Owens. 

Doo doo doo lookin' out my back door. 

Tambourines and elephants are playing in the band.
money wouldn't let me see the cards 
I owen the boss about a hundred years for sleepin' in his backyard 
I'm goin' to Memphis (yeah Memphis) yeah I'm
Words and music by randy owen, jeff cook, and richard scott
I got something cookin' and I'm boilin' way down deep.
While I'm hot and bothered why
me
I love you in a special way, hey, hey
I need you right by my side
'Cause don't you know you make me happy
Boy with you is where I wanna be
And your
on the lawn.
A dinosaur Victrola list'ning to Buck Owens.
Doo, doo, doo, lookin' out my back door.

Tambourines and elephants are playing in the band.
Won't
A dinosaur Victrola list'ning to Buck Owens

Doo doo doo lookin' out my back door

Tambourines and elephants are playing in the band
Won't you take a ride
a scotch
None stop
Crystal poppin
Drop toppin
While the feds whatchin
They on my back heat me up like Al Pacino
Or Joe Pessi in Casino(Que pasa Amigo)
on the lawn
Dinosaur Victrola listenin' to Buck Owens
Doo, doo, doo, lookin' out my backdoor

Well, tambourines and elephants are playin' in the band
Won't
[Chorus: Noreaga:]
Cuban connection, flexin', willin', sippin' Crystal by the gallon, Queens stallion
(Royal Flush, no doubt)
Iced down medallions
(Royal
get impressed when you pull up in that seven
Them sixes, them Benzes, I gets get the freshest
Raf Simons, Rick Owens usually what I'm dressed in
A dinosaur Victrola list'ning to Buck Owens.

Doo doo doo lookin' out my back door.

Tambourines and elephants are playing in the band.
Won't you take a ride
staring
Straining to survive,
limbs flailing in the blood
Grapple with headless bodies
Hands of the dead are pulling me downward
Drowning in this river
limbs flailing in the blood
Grapple with headless bodies
Hands of the dead are pulling me downward
Drowning in this river
Intestines are alive, like
limbs flailing in the blood
Grapple with headless bodies
Hands of the dead are pulling me downward
Drowning in this river
Intestines are alive, like
When the telephone woke me this morning, I'm sorry was the first thing I said
From that point it get's a bit fuzzy, thinking with half a head