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Alex Bartha's Hotel Traymore Orchestra & Roane's Pennsylvanians (Alex Bartha) · Hills of Berkshire County (Us Too) · Hills of Roan County (The Stanley Brothers) · Boys Boys Boys (The Chiffons) · Boys Boys Boys (Sabrina) · Best of Sabrina: Boys, Boys, Boys (Sabrina) · Boys, Boys, Boys (Lesley Gore) · Boys, Boys, Boys (Lesley Gore) · Sky Blue Sky (Wilco) · Sky Blue Sky [CD/DVD] (Wilco) – and 90 other albums »


When I first laid eyes on County Dunne
I was green as the hills so high.
But in later years the streets ran red with
Blood neath the violet sky
Straight to the County with no motherfuckin' bail
4800 with this Crippin', oh well
My big homie Boy Blue snatched me by my coattail
He said trip Dogg, ya
to the County with no motherfuckin' bail

4800 with this Crippin', oh well
My big homie Boy Blue snatched me by my coattail
He said trip Dogg, ya better get
So brave and true, so gentle is he
I'll weep for him as he'd weep for me
Little Boy Blue come blow your horn
In Scarlet Town, where I was born

Scarlet
in my side
And it's killing me
There's a field of crows
Now a black sea
And I have called upon the hills
And I have called upon the soil
And they
to a child
But your boys have grown soft
And your girls have gone wild

From the blue ranch to the black hills
To the redwood sky
The season may pass
But
We were young and bound for glory
Itchin' for a fight like you
Bringin' hell and purgatory
To the boys who wore the blue
And I thought I'd seen
wonder, I take my place with the lord of the hills
And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured
In neat little rows sporting canvas frills
This stoop is my throne, this hood is my home
And the sky's always blue by the brownstones
We in Brooklyn, it ain't no Beverly Hills
Basically we
This stoop is my throne, this hood is my home
And the sky's always blue by the brownstones
We in Brooklyn, it ain't no Beverly Hills
Basically we
The likes of me, F-you-D-G-E brains compete
Wit CP0-three's intelligence
Accompanied by Mike Z-double-O-T
Shabaam Sahdeeq, Skam, Kweli, and Spinna
'em, watch the alley cats bake 'em
Four-nine made 'em, drop grenades and take 'em
Quick fast we reflect like the sky be blue true
Wu-Tang saga continue
THE GREAT DIVIDE (I. Davies)
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Where the moon sinks low in the southern sky
On the open plains, where the river runs
cats bake em
Four-nine made em, Jah create em take em
Quick fast we reflect like the sky be blue true
Wu-Tang saga continue
Grab Myer Lansky crashin
night when TEST STAND #1 and THE ROCKET SLED ITSELF... (We have ignition!)... got LUNCHED! I said LUNCHED! (Lunched!) By a FAMOUS MOUNTAIN-IN and his
I guess them pretty blue skies up in Gwinnett County got a disguise
I guess your eyes see us on that map and make you think we ain't a trap
But I'm
hipgrave. oh, mac.
Later
In the clear white circles of morning wonder,
I take my place with the lord of the hills.
And the blue-eyed soldiers stand
So +Hungry+, son, 'bout to shrink down to a bird's weight
Fast break out, with the blue ointment, face-to-face appointments
Un-proudly in the church
weed seeds in a field
A tree grew all the way up to the sky and I smoked it

Well I seen zig zag as he was zooming in a Z
Looking zorked and zany