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Green Green Grass of Home: The Best of Tom Jones (Tom Jones) · Gone Gone Gone (The Everly Brothers) · Gone Gone Gone (Charlie Feathers) · Gone Gone Gone / A Bash Dem (Monster) · Gone Gone Gone (Charlie Feathers) · Gone Gone Gone / A Bash Dem (Monster) · Sing Great Country Hits/Gone Gone Gone (The Everly Brothers) · Gone Gone Gone / A Bash Dem (Monster) · Gone Gone Gone (The New Deal) · Gone Gone Gone (Charlie Feathers) – and 90 other albums »


the song

No one picks like Bill Monroe and don't George Jones sing great
I can tell that the people care by the people at my gate
Webb Pierce invites
and pin-striped bosses role the dice
Any way they fall guess who gets to pay the price.
Money green or proletarian gray, selling guns instead of food today.

So
White roses and misty blue eyes
Red mornings and nothing but grey skies
A cup of coffee, your heart shot clean through
Jacket you bought me gone
[Mad Child & Rattlesnake Jones]
[HOOK 2x]
We want you, to take a good look at what we do
Not the type that you can see right through
'cause you
colorful clothes
My happiness de
No more will my grey sea turn a deeper blue
I cannot foresee this thing happening to you
No 

I see people walking by
your southern pride
The only thing is patriotic as the old red white and blue
Is green and gray and black and brown and tan all over too

Camouflage
been 
 Hills that I know are there 
 Hidden from my view by the misty air 

 Light shining through the grey 
 Turns the water deep shades
Picture a bright blue ball
Just spinning, spinning free
Dizzy with eternity
Paint it with a skin of sky
Brush in some clouds and sea
Call it
colorful clothes
I see them strolling by, my happiness just flows
No more will my grey sea turn a deeper blue
I cannot foresee this thing happening to you
No
colorful clothes
My happiness de
No more will my grey sea turn a deeper blue
I cannot foresee this thing happening to you
No 

I see people walking by
colorful clothes
I see them strolling by, my happiness just flows
No more will my grey sea turn a deeper blue
I cannot foresee this thing happening to you
No
the green leathers, hundred pound snakes and cakes
Fiends found in lakes, jealously Jakes we shake
What I strive for is what I live for
Infatuated by
and pin-striped bosses role the dice
Any way they fall guess who gets to pay the price?
Money green or proletarian gray
Selling guns instead of food today

So
pits, niggaz with they armpits
down, smellin funky, check out the junkie, spit
I'm destructive!! (4X)

Like a green red blue reindeer, dead lying down
Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then
to credibility
Hundred proof the vocal booth, a moonshine distillery
Jack you like Daniels, hourglass sand granules
Hand-to-hand combat, man killed by animal
Faltering telepathy reaching out into his mother's mind

mary's baby's eyes are grey evolution gone astray
Changes in his dna have conceived the latent gene
jewels
Believe in Delf' bring stacks and green packs
Need hats for Jacks, camoflauge
At least 2 gatts for when skies are grey
Any day above ground is
got that purp and I got that brown and I got that green
When I'm in yo town and I hit your scene in a candy painted car that'll sit so clean 
trunk
a beautiful day off in the neighborhood
Yellows and greens and blues and browns 
And greys and hues that ooze beneath dilapidated wood
Ain't a thing could
new shit, I think I did too much
This substance equals cuffs
Red pills, blue pills and green
Big pills, mescaline
(That's ill)

I take a couple
the green leathers, hundred pound snakes and cakes
Fiends found in lakes, jealously Jakes we shake
What I strive for is what I live for
Infatuated by
boy simp, yeah!

Friends, Romans, countrymen lend me yo' eardrums
It was a beautiful day off in the neighborhood
Yellows and greens and blues
this kid
He a fraud, the city morg, gone claim his wig
Wanna be famous? well the game is rigged this is harlem
Were we scramble crack, beef come handle
to the hood for the night
Bats on heels nigga straps gon kill
The cab no wheels jack told Jill
I don't like kinds and icons who pipe dimes and so on
Let by