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O Melhor de Portugal (The Best of Portugal) (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Gorgeous and Fully Equipped Meets Fantasy Y-Fronts (Sleeper) · Fado: The Soul of Portugal (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Portugal [Wagram] (Antonio Rossano) · Now, Vol. 17 [Portugal] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Portugal Latino (Trio Odemira) · Live: 23-5-00 Estadio Do Restelo - Lisbon, Portugal (Pearl Jam) · Portugal Night 2008 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Fados from Portugal (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Live in Portugal, Vol. 2 (J.D. Walter) – and 90 other albums »


with my guns by my side 
Ready to ride till I die 
And I'm a soldier 
And you can see it in my eyes 
Even when the man dies 
They say a soldier
Stakes unscarred by limitation
'Tween a man named Gold and man named Mud
Club filled Gold with greedy vapors
'Til his long, green eyes did glow
Mud was
Spirit me a game of stud
Stakes unscarred by limitation
Between a man named Gold and man named Mud

Club filled Gold with greedy vapors
Till his long,
unscarred by limitation
Between a man named Gold and man named Mud

Club filled Gold with greedy vapors
Till his long, green eyes did glow
And Mud was left
hops all over me

I ain't gon' to state no color but her front teeth crowned with gold
I ain't gon' to state no color but her front teeth is crowned with
Stakes unscarred by limitation
'Tween a man named Gold and man named Mud
Club filled gold with greedy vapors
'Til his long, green eyes did glow
Mud was
Her front teeth is crowned with gold.
She got a mortgage on my body, Lord,
A lien on my soul.

Well, I'm going down to Rosedale,
Rider by my side.
hops all over me

I ain't gon' to state no color but her front teeth crowned with gold
I ain't gon' to state no color but her front teeth is crowned with
got the JVC's and the trigger so it bump, ugh
I know you player-hatin busters wanna ride man
I got the, front back, and side to side daddy

[Chorus:
and my man Rick got millions of gold albums
(That's a lie) I'm gettin' cold money every day
(You're a liar)
You'll need a wheel barrow for all that shit in
'n Sally
And Mary Joe and me
And the pony man is leading
Cause he's travelled here before
And he gives a whoop and a holler
At Mr. Moon's front
we at the game and we sit front row
Every time you see me I’ll be on the front row
Thick Cuban link, new Benz, gold piece
Benz outside aint’ even
rider, now, hops all over me

I ain't gon' to state no color but her, front teeth crowned with gold
I ain't gon' to state no color but her, front teeth
rider, now, hops all over me

I ain't gon' to state no color but her, front teeth crowned with gold
I ain't gon' to state no color but her, front teeth
rider, now, hops all over me

I ain't gon' to state no color but her, front teeth crowned with gold
I ain't gon' to state no color but her, front teeth
(Re-release the _Stretcher_ EP!)
Swetier Balzoff (Ottawa), Ontario, Canada Email--aj153@Freenet.carleton.ca
"A man is measured by the depth of his anger"--Eddie
Attention!
Bone
Bone
Bone

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha
Attention!
Bone
Bone
Bone

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin'
traveling was late
Watching was a blind man's mistake
All his assets melted right in front of his face
His right leg drabbed with demon paste
Shoes stayed
travelling was late
Watching was a blind man's mistake
All his assets melted right in front of his face
His right leg drabbed with demon paste

Shoes
you wear
And know a whole lot about you, man

(Chorus)

[Bridge]
Now, ol' Buck's up front, he's countin' his gold
Charlie's in the back patchin' up
blue-eyed curls of gold
Helen, no one there to be seen
The sun light looks down,
Stripped bear to the ground
Held by the leaves

[Chorus:]
Been crowded
One day I saw a man
Dressed in rags, with a staff in his hand
Begging for a penny to survive
How poor a man can be

I gave him hospitality
Just kick a little something for them cars that be bumpin'

Yeah alright
But we need a beat that they can front to
Oh, that'll work
Be funky
of your old commodores
Man was I glad to see them
There was Earnest Tubb Marty Robbins Red Foley
Lefty Frizzell Tennessee Ernie Ford
I dreamed I was there