Lyrics:
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These words are running wild
And there sting no sharpness does lack
I swear
If I can't have you
I'll have blue corn whisky
And I'll keep drinking
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These words are running wild
And there sting no sharpness does lack
I swear
If I can't have you
I'll have blue corn whisky
I'll keep drinking
Til
Livin' higher than a buzzard on a limb
On the top of that hill, Billy
Come on down from that hill, Billy
Before them pills and the corn mash whisky
wherever I go
[Chorus:]
I could drink corn whisky 'til my brain goes soft
I could run this highway 'til my wheels come off
And these blues keep
this old jailhouse is haunted good people,
Forty dollars won't pay my fine.
Corn whisky has surrounded my body, poor boy,
Pretty women is a-troubling
suknia betty babilon
Błękitny perkal w słonie oraz w sto mosiężnych trąb
W lodówce gin i pudding słodki whisky scotch with corn
Na krześle przed ekranem
Corn or dry
Some Moonshine, some Wheat, I like to drink them neat
Old fashioned, a passion, whatever you imagine
Whisky Man, whisky man is calling me
Ridin' on a horse drinking whisky out a bizoot
She's got the wings and teeth of a African bat
Her middle name is Mudbone and on top of all that
Your
Ridin' on a horse drinking whisky out a bizoot
She's got the wings and teeth of a African bat
Her middle name is Mudbone and on top of all that
Your
And the pagans strange
How they running from range
they ain't seen my chopper
Man letting it fly planes
slap one on the mains it's corn I offer
Why would
Some say they done cut whisky out, but you can have a little wine
Most everybody gets on a drunk by drinkin' this ol' moonshine
Now, God don't like
Some say they done cut whisky out, but you can have a little wine
Most everybody gets on a drunk by drinkin' this ol' moonshine
Now God don't like it
leche y no e' pa'l Corn Flakes (ah)
Quiere taki-taki pero de mi snake (uh)
Hoy se folla, hoy se fornica
No quiere nada serio, no se complica
Ella
De ese cupcake, ey (dice)
Te llevo pa' La Concha si no quiere' en el OK (no)
Me pide leche y no e' pa'l Corn Flakes
Quiere taki-taki pero de mi
Some say they done cut whisky out, but you can have a little wine
Most everybody gets on a drunk by drinkin' this ol' moonshine
Now, God don't like
about the bad ass Eazy-E
he was drinkin' whisky and gin at the age of three
listen and listen well
he's a bad Muthafu-
[Mother]
Gimmie that god damn
okey (no)
Me pide leche y no e' pa'l corn flakes (ah)
Quiere taki-taki pero del mío snake (uh)
Hoy se folla, hoy se fornica
No quiere nada serio, no
de malt à whisky
Céréales killer, les Svinkels sont fous
On laisse que des cadavres derrière nous
Céréales killer, buveur de bière en série
On se
on a flizoot
Ridin on a horse drinking whisky out a bizoot
She's got the wings and teeth of an african bat
Her middle name is Mudbone and on top of all that:
Ya
Of an old mill town at the foot of a hill
Milling white cotton and corn in a still
Sometimes were good, sometimes were bad
Sometimes people always are sad
A mobile waits to drive
Someone took the motor out
Put a Cadillac inside
Refrain
Moonshine, moonshine
Take a little drop
Take a jug of whisky
You will find
wide or a little white house her daddy built
By a cotton, corn or a tobacco field
Green grass grownin' up around that Oldsmobile out in the yard
apple
New York City
Dreaming about this time
For years to get filthy
Filthy fucking rich
Don't care if nobody's
With me
When I'm sad I sip whisky
And I
Arkansas.
I followed my conductor
To his respected place.
There pity and starvation
Was seen on every face.
His bread it was corn dodger,
His meat I couldn't
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