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För Sent För Edelweiss (Håkan Hellström) · The Best of the Hoppers [DVD] (The Hoppers) · The Best of the Hoppers (The Hoppers) · Dan Crary & Lonnie Hoppers (Dan Crary) · Chartbuster Karaoke: Southern Gospel the Hoppers (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Hip Hoppers (Mad Lion) · Live För Dig (Lars Winnerbäck) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Känn Ingen Sorg för Mig Göteborg (Håkan Hellström) · Jag Är Inte Rädd För Mörkret (Kent) – and 90 other albums »


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And, if you're not there, by the toot of the horn
(Kick it) Uh, I'm gone, car hoppers!

Car hoppers, car-car-hoppers (hey)
Car hoppers
back and forth on a train from somewhere to Texas...
And I leraned this tune from a record
I heard by him

Silver City bound I'm Silver City bound
me
And there's some things we can't share
I'm on a greyhound bound for nowhere

Bright lights of a city shining up ahead
My heart's analyzing every
Liked by the thugs, liked by the nerds
I'm real super, hot in the eighties
Even Austin Powers'd say "Yeah baby"
The hip-hopper, unpredictable showstopper
When I was a young boy evening sun went down
Stand off by the railroad tracks 
And I'd listen for the sound
Of that Kansas City Southern man
bound

There's gotta be a place for me
under some green growing tree
clear cool water running by
an unfettered view of the sky
but I don't know
Captain don't you be so cruel, Angola bound 
Oh you work me harder than you work that mule, Angola bound 

If it wasn't for the Captain, oh Lord, I'm
for no trouble 
But nobody dogs me 'round

Well, I'm going to fetch my woman, people 
Tri-cities here I come
Well, I'm going to fetch my woman,
bound

There's gotta be a place for me
Under some green growing tree
Clear cool water running by
An unfettered view of the sky
But I don't know
help but wonder where I'm bound

If you see me passing by and you sit and you wonder why
And you wish that you were rambling too
Nail your shoes
gonna catch that train, then I'll be city bound.

{Rod - Solo}

I ain't no country boy, I'm just a homesick man.
I'm gonna hit the grit just as fast
you talk won't matter, that old bogus chatter
The more that you condemn us, it only makes us phatter
When I talk, I know I'm talking for Hip Hoppers
Sunset in my mirror, pedal on the floor
Bound for New York City and I won't be back no more
Won't be back no more, boys won't see me around
Goodbye
for no trouble 
But nobody dogs me 'round

Well, I'm going to fetch my woman, people 
Tri-cities here I come
Well, I'm going to fetch my woman,
magic city fat asses and they pretty
They got me blowin' thousands throwin' stacks by the fifty
Got some bitches out of strokers gotta get focus
I'm
for the AK
That I bring as I slang like cavy
Not from Kris Kross but they call me Mac Daddy
Had he not known about the city I'm from
Long Beach, tic
for the AK 
That I bring as I slang like cavy 
Not from Kris Kross but they call me Mac Daddy 
Had he not known about the city I'm from 
Long Beach,
the low end
Now kick this one here for me and my city

[Verse 3]
Now when I'm on stage, everyone start choking
Is it what I'm saying, or is it what I'm
I'm bound by the fire
I'm bound by the beauty
I'm bound by desire
I'm bound by the duty

I'm coming back in 500 years
And the first thing I'm gonna
I'm getting tired of waiting for you
To figure out why this city is unclean

Mae Jean run back home with me
And I'll go back to working on your
When I was a young boy evening sun went down
Stand off by the railroad tracks 
And I'd listen for the sound
Of that Kansas City Southern man
We get by and we take everything we see
Well, that is mine, is the cry of the century
But I understand

'Cause I don't wanna be alone and I don't
I'm getting tired of waiting for you
To figure out why this city is unclean

Mae Jean run back home with me
And I'll go back to working on your
big in Detroit City.
From the letters that I write, they think I'm fine.
But by day, I make the cars,
And by night I make the bars,
If only they
I'm big in Detroit City
From the letters that I write they think I'm fine
But by day I make the cars, by night I ake the bars
If only they could read