Lyrics:
Buffet margarita
Or an Alan Jackson hurricane?
Are you a good time, flask of moonshine
Going George Strait to my brain?
A girl can tell a lot about
, bye, bye
Bye, bye, bye, goodbye
Bye, bye, bye, bye
Time goes by so you better not waste it
Waiting for the good to come
Will only slow you down deep
get your hands high
And tonight it's no stress get your hands high
If you with who you love get your hands high, get em up
Keep a good time on stand by
to say
"Hello, haven't seen you on this bus before"
I gave her a look that said
"Huh, life is funny, you never know what's in store
By the way, your hair
No, sing me the other one
My song
Every time you say good bye
I die a little
Mmhmm take off your boots
Every time
You say goodbye
Oh man if I had one
're suffocating me
I need some space to find out what life's all about
So, goodbye forever, my love"
And deep inside, I knew she was right
It was time for us
until you're grown
And notice that the day by day ruler can't be too wrong
Ms. Jackson my intentions were good I wish I could
Become a magician
until you're grown
And notice that the day by day ruler can't be too wrong
Ms. Jackson my intentions were good I wish I could
Become a magician
long until you're grown
And notice that the day by day ruler can't be too wrong
Ms. Jackson my intentions were good I wish I could
Become a magician
until you're grown
And notice that the day by day ruler can't be too wrong
Ms. Jackson my intentions were good I wish I could
Become a magician
you're grown
And notice that the day by day ruler can't be too wrong
Ms. Jackson my intentions were good I wish I could
Become a magician to abacadabra
about her good thing that she's got
Yeah, and she tipped out on it
See, ain't nobody gonna believe what to tell him no way, fool
Oh, yeah, girls, you
side
Door’s right there so gotta go bye bye
It’s 'bout time that you’re out of my life
'Member back when you called me family?
But you lied and did it so
Y'all know what time it is
Call the punk police, they can't stop us
Niggas run the streets, we troublesome (all you niggas die)
We troublesome
plan a pretty picnic
But you can't predict the weather, Ms jackson
Ten times out of nine, now if I'm lyin' fine
The quickest muzzle throw it on
My mouth
Baby it's time
Time to say goodbye
So, baby be gone
Don't need to tell you why
You told me that you needed space
But babe this ain't no Star Wars
what's the time?
Yoko: what?
John: 9:30.good morning. I was saying about bagism,
you see, you get in this bag and you jump out the window.
Next thing you
promise to be the first?
Can you be immortalized without your life being expired?
Even though you share the same blood, is it worth the time?
Like, who
Bye bye bye
Ohhhh
So it’s time to say goodbye
I never thought I would be that guy
Cause I was always shy
I’ve learned a lot from a little lie
Though
action
By seeing it as a challenge, you
Will have converted this negative
Into a positive
Purely by a mental process that will
Result in positive action
[Jimmy:]
Hey, Hey, Good Lookin', whatcha got cookin'
How's about cookin' something up with me
[George Strait:]
Hey, sweet baby, don't you think
spend all your time trying to get high
You need git up, git out and git something
How will you make it if you never even try
You need to git up, git
spend all your time trying to get high
You need git up, git out and git something
How will you make it if you never even try
You need to git up, git
Hey!
"Catchy, huh?
Yeah, I thought you'd enjoy that!
But no time to linger in South America,
For I hear by the sound of the slide guitar,
That it is
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