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Lynn's Lincoln
(That is Loretta Lynn's Lincoln)
If you ever get to wonderin' what I was a-dreamin'
I was dreamin' I was ridin' in Loretta Lynn's Lincoln
Poor White Folks [Instrumental]


Uncle Pen Album
By Bill Monroe & His Bluegrass Boys

The entire album is 'Instrumental'. These include tracks:
1.
Stand By Your Man. That's what I'm talkin' about.

Dolly Parton, Loretta Lynn, Connie Smith, Johnny Paycheck, remember him - Take This Job and Shove It;
know who that be
Police lovers, and neighborhood snitches
They put up your sheet so everybody's pointin fingers
And lyin, aiyyo son, the temp is risin
Drums: Liam Genockey
Bass Guitar: Pete Zorn
Keyboards: Ian Lynn
Woodblocks: Frank Ricotti
Acoustic Guitar: Gerry Rafferty
Clarinets/Strings Arranged By
a day
Once a day all day long
And once a night from dusk till dawn
The only time I wish you weren't gone
Is once a day every day all day long
I'm so glad
Figured out you'd have to face the consequences 
Sent us across the water but you didn't scope the tide 
And now the tide is risin' worldwide 

[Chorus]
and the rain is
Tearing at my skin
I hear the cries of drowning men, floating over on the
Wind

So here's to those that are dead and gone, the friends
That
his first-born is dead
Shot in the back by the task force
I'm mistakin' your face in a similar face
Got em murdered
Much like how the buffalo is
and save the decent white god-fearing folk

And I got strangers moving in in my own backyard
Hometown battlefield, times is hard
Crime is risin', on my
rap race
This is the place where stars are born
I'm'a stay repin my hood until I'm'a dead and gone

Cuts by Pete Rock
[Poet]
You still walkin
to chill for a while
But it's hard acting like everything is alright
I get the chills when I see that nigga in my sight
A dead man walking,  not only that
like everything is alright
I get the chills when I see that nigga in my sight
A dead man walking not only that hes still talkin'(about what)
About how
version of Mrs. Garrett
My speech is arrogant as I get sucked simultaneously
by J.R. Carrington and Christaro Barrington
Shove my dicky in Nikki Lynn
One two, one two
And this is, the hardcore raw
Lyrical law, never seen before
And I am, D.M.C.
And for all of y'all
This is the way, we reckless
I can do more crime. 
See my brethrens down the block, risin' up out their spot, 
Puffin' meth in the hood where the spot is hot. 
My timbs ease
family
But everyday is more weight forum
And its getting so heavy

They collapsing under the pressure
Of the situation we all facin'
Me I'm trying
of currency
To be or not to be, that is Shakespeare tragedy
Handle like ??? shootin' like a pistol
Pack it like a heavey by the name of Travis Bickle
risin, the immitation of my demon brother

Splatter the blood
Now that my though badder with drugs
Morbid visions of cadavers rabid by maggots and bugs
all of them diamond rings bitches kill for
Would you still roll?
If we couldn't see the sun risin off the shore of thailand
Would you ride then, if I
all of them diamond rings bitches kill for
Would you still roll?
If we couldn't see the sun risin off the shore of thailand
Would you ride then, if I
risin, the immitation of my demon brother

Splatter the blood
Now that my though badder with drugs
Morbid visions of cadavers rabid by maggots and bugs
back down, laugh now
Fuck ya numbers nigga ya'll all fake
The hunt is on, fuck if I'm wrong, test my dead arm
Robbery, heavily armed, might leave him
I came across this, this, this black man
He was talkin' about (look down below)

Sure of yourself risin', prices of food sky rises
Foreign
back down, laugh now
Fuck ya numbers nigga ya'll all fake
The hunt is on, fuck if I'm wrong, test my dead arm
Robbery, heavily armed, might leave him