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lucky you can take her cross the rail road tracks
Where the man in the moon works his magic
On the second runner up of the 4H pageant
Seems like yesterday
If your lucky you can take her cross the rail road tracks
Where the man in the moon works his magic
On the second runner up of the 4H pageant
Seems
you’re lucky you can take her cross the rail road tracks
Where the man in the moon works his magic
On the second runner up of the 4H pageant
Seems like
by the sound
Feet meet concrete and we bounce

(Run!)
Short breaths as I go
(Run!)
Forget everything I know
(Run!)
Become one with the road
I
A four legged friend, a four legged friend
He'll never let you down
He's honest and faithful right up to the end
That wonderful one-two-three-four
to ignore
The theme that keeps repeating
From Call of Duty 4

I tap-tap off the volume
And stare out at the road
Where cars and snowploughs scroll by
A four legged friend, a four legged friend
He'll never let you down
He's honest and faithful right up to the end
That wonderful one-two-three-four
Even marathon runners need to nap
He said he'd have a heart attack
If he didn't lay down
The years went by and he settled down
His house is
seven feet or more
By the old barn door

Oh the first snowfall of the winter
What a joy for a boy to behold
In each house you'll find a sleigh
That
feet or more
By the old barn door

Oh the first snowfall of the winter
What a joy for a boy to behold
In each house you'll find a sleigh
That was
Sittin' in the kitchen, a house in Macon
Loretta's singing on the radio
Smell of coffee eggs and bacon
Car wheels on a gravel road

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thought I was an Aztec
Or a runner in Peru
I could build such beautiful buildings
To house the chosen few
Like an Inca from Peru.

How many years have
if it's cause for me to force my, way in the door
Head huntin' mother fuckers, so stay on the floor
4-4 is what I get sic wit'
4 more and all this
A four legged friend, a four legged friend
He'll never let you down
He's honest and faithful right up to the end
That wonderful one-two-three-four
what you heard
Bro, man are real life shotta
Call up for a bird
Amni's coming in proper
Four door swerve, skrrr skrrr, skrrr
Bang, road lock lock
pool.
I place broken bottles in your geraniums ---
Sabotage your gardening tools.
And I live down the end of your road.

By day I am a real estate
a ride
Sweet memory will die
Killer on the road, yeah

Girl you gotta love your man
Girl you gotta love your man
Take him by the hand
Make him
Surrounded by a house
With cups in all their saucers
And not a bit of dust

Days going by in clouds of flour and white washing
Life getting lost in
give this man a ride 
Sweet memory will die 
Killer on the road, yeah 

Girl ya gotta love your man 
Girl ya gotta love your man 
Take him by
a ride

Sweet memory will die
Killer on the road, yeah
Girl ya gotta love your man
Girl ya gotta love your man

Take him by the hand
Make him
a ride

Sweet memory will die
Killer on the road, yeah
Girl ya gotta love your man
Girl ya gotta love your man

Take him by the hand
Make him
a ride

Sweet memory will die
Killer on the road, yeah
Girl ya gotta love your man
Girl ya gotta love your man

Take him by the hand
Make him
tryna play them back streets
He know I'm a road runner, run them packs like track meets
I could get em to you tho, but its gone cost some tax fees
Give
house
In Heaven, let me be
Somewhere close where I can hear R.W. sing for me.

The road... the road... the road of Calvary.
And, God, if there's an old
Sittin' in the kitchen, a house in Macon
Loretta's singing on the radio
Smell of coffee eggs and bacon
Car wheels on a gravel road

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