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1, 2, 3, 4, 5 years go by
I don't really know why, I don't really know why
7, 8, 9, 11 years go by
I don't really know why, I don't really know
After thirty five years the grass still don't grow in that rock hard west Texas ground
Where my old dad still clings to that old coyote town
Like horses
Just a seven year old brother
On this match line border camp of refugees

I am the one who will remember everything
I am the one who will remember
[Originally by Dinah Washington]

If you wanna have fun come home with me
You can stay all night and play with my TV
TV is the thing this year, this
so far away
And being grown was a million years back then

That summer between junior-high and high school took three years
Twenty more went by till
that other children had
I spent five years in an orphan's home but I ran off one day
And I hoboed an old freight train to San Francisco Bay
I've fought
When I see the Eight, I think of the eight righteous persons
God saved when He destroyed this old world
There was Noah, his wife, their three sons
hell
Seventy-three and seventy-four only gave us more
Bloody, bloody, bloody bore

But now it's here
Our new year
Gonna be seventy-eight
eight years since the surgery
His sister's 5, his brother's 3
He goes to school and he knows how to read
He takes the bus home by himself
Puts his
I presume that by now he'll have reached G.H.Q.
 I'm sure that's what happened to him!
 
 Refrain 5
 
 Whatever became of old Archie?
 I hear he
of old blind horses hides'
We had four million barrels of bones
We had five million hogs
six million dogs
Seven million barrels of porter
We had eight
hell
Seventy-three and seventy-four only gave us more
Bloody, bloody, bloody bore

But now it's here
Our new year
Gonna be seventy-eight
The old Crow's cry the first warning
The rumbling frozen ground the last.
Hooves thundering on the three feet snow,
The icy dawn yet to begin.
to retire.
Second time in history, Atlantic flown by three Spaniards.
Here's one. Death of Barbara La Marr, film actress with five 
husbands.
BBC asks for
and care that other children had
I spent five years in an orphan's home but I ran off one day
And I hoboed on an old freight train to San Francisco Bay
I've
robots
Who forgot
Hypnotic in a 
Two thousand by three thousand mile box
Thirty five year olds lost in a x box

Playstation and videos

So that's
sides of old blind horses' hides
We had four million barrels of bones
We had five million hogs, had six million dogs
Seven million barrels of porter
We
meet someone
Who wouldn't find out about me and then turn around and run

I met the man I call my dad when I was five years old
He took my mom out
man laughing
In a voice that was loud as thunder.

Now that's been fifty years ago an' if you go back by there again
There's a spot in the yard in back
sides of old blind horses' hides
We had four million barrels of bones
We had five million hogs, had six million dogs
Seven million barrels of porter
We
kids grow up
you know one, two years old hearin' there mother
sayin' fuck this, you little son of bitch I beat 
the shit out of you and all this shit
to waste energy on
There you have it
The uncut raw for rap addicts
Waited three years to see if L still had it
Ten million stars
Got beef to the deck
1. I choose not to see the things that be, 
Or the miles and years that are gone.
I pay no heed to tomorrow's need,
I'm blinded by the snow
I'm a forty-five spinning on an old Victrola
I'm a two strike swinger, I'm a Pepsi cola
I'm a blue jean quarterback saying "I love you" to the prom
on track
These raps you hear today
Is a bad ass act
I'm here to tell it
Like it ought to be
It ain't no kids fault to me
Thirty five year olds
Actin'