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Georgie-Porgie, all night long
How was I to know what I was in for
I had it rockin' and a rollin' for a while, by George

By, by, by, by George

We bought
In 1949 George Orwell portrays a chilling world in which computers are used by 
Large bureaucracies to monitor and enslave the population in his
or five
Saving our money for the county fair
George Jones' supposed to be there
We got forty acres of corn in the ground
Tennessee taters we sell by
In a grave caused by jealousy
Here lies love
In a grave caused by jealousy
Hate was a pall bearer
And on the tombstone was written misery

It was
Jeffrey Lynne and George H tonight
Double vision and out of sight
Pennsylvania Blues tonight
Pennsylvania Blues alright

Thinking 'bout
Writers: "Country" Johnny Mathis, V. Frank & George Jones

(Changed his name from Brown to Blue)

We stood there in the courthouse room
So close yet
partner but its all good
And just in case you want to find me
King George with the tech 9 standing right behind me
Silkk and Ed in the Benz as the decoy
Momma I guess you heard
I got married Tennessee
I got a blue eyed girl
Who thinks the world of me

We got a cabin in the country
And a creek
shearing leave my man home
Two dots yes I'm coming, yes my car is running, hang up my cell phone

By the time I arrived you was deep about five like you
reach the testicles
and effect em, by animal means, I'm in your spectrum
As I walk through the garden of orange tomatoes, I see

Blue flowers
Remember, George
Order, design, attension, balance, harmony

Sunday, by the blue, purple, yellow, red water
On the green, purple, yellow, red
Well I'll bet by the time I get to Tulsa
She'll be pullin' on them tight blue jeans
She'll go down to Cowboy's, buy herself a cold one
Russia, stowed away hidden in some bales
He took my grandma dancing to the air raid sirens whail

Then Saint George used his sword on the immigrant poor
Tinctures and formulas to ditch the choir and flip the verses
My whole foundation came unglued
When I tried to humanize by ambient light
Dipping swords in
You drive a baby blue Beamer.  
I drive a pick up truck.
I'm a member of the good ol' boys,
you're a member of the country club.
You keep turnin'
slidin' over by my side
Been waiting on that all night kiss
I did it for the girl

I dialed her up some more George Strait
Me and old George sang
with me! ( Yip! ) 
Pa-paya, pa-paya, pa-paya! 
Words and Music by Larry Coleman, Norman Gimbel 
And George Sandler
We were burning in a '94 Corolla
Three hours deep into South Dakota
I was working on a lukewarm Coca Cola
In the dog days of July

And my dad was
a metal box 
To imitate security there's a blue sky over me but the fear is on me.

In a place where ball games are strictly forbidden luxury 

I don't want to be like old George Reeves
Stuck in a Superman role.
I've got a long way to go in my career
And some day my fame will
first time in jail nigga gone need some friends 
By the way youngster what's your name 

You can call me killer on the streets its the dopeman
Now Arlene took a-me by my hand, she said "Lonesome George you don't understand,
who do you love?"
The night were dark and the sky were blue, down
Well I'll bet by the time I get to Tulsa
She'll be pullin' on them tight blue jeans
She'll go down to Cowboy's, buy herself a cold one
Its the Humpty dump truck big wheel wall crumbler
If money did talk yours probably be a mumbler
The bumble bee color Kush burning in the bubbler
waiting for you"
And there they were standing side by side smiling at me
Tex Ritter Johnny Horton George Morgan
Dottie West and Keith Whitley
And then he