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Written by Bob Welch.


Goin' in a straight line all night
Finally come to that house on the right
Parked out in the front is somebody's Benz
She's
Written by bob welch.


Go on, you know you're only one
Set me free
You take me up and turn around
But let me in
Take this shadow from my eyes
Writer Myra Brooks Welch

"Twas battered and scared, and the auctioneer
Thought it scarcely worth his while
To waste much time on the old violin,
But
(B.o.B., B.o.B., B.o.B., B.o.B.) play the guitar
(3000) Play the guitar (3000) play the guitar (3000) Play the guitar

Man, I keep having this re-occurring
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on 2 Corinthians 10:4, Ephesians 6:11-17

It used to be a distant call
Thought to be for some but never all
Now
We made Oklahoma a little after 3
Randy, his brother Bob and my old G-M-C
We had some moonshine whiskey
And some of Bob's homegrown 
We were so
We made Oklahoma a little after 3
Randy, his brother Bob and my old GMC
We had some moonshine whisky
And some of Bob's homegrown 

We were so
'cause Bob sits at home and smokes pot 
But his twelve-year old brother looks up to him an awful lot 
And Bob likes to hang out at the local waffle spot
'cause Bob sits at home and smokes pot 
But his twelve-year old brother looks up to him an awful lot 
And Bob likes to hang out at the local waffle spot
'cause Bob sits at home and smokes pot 
But his twelve-year old brother looks up to him an awful lot 
And Bob likes to hang out at the local waffle spot
and smokes pot
But his twelve year old brother looks up to him an awful lot
And Bob likes to hang out at the local waffle spot

And wait in the parkin' lot
and smokes pot 
But his twelve-year old brother looks up to him an awful lot 
And Bob likes to hang out at the local waffle spot 
And wait in the parkin'
He tore down the work of 17 years brick by brick
And stone by stone
No hammer was swingin' cause cheatin' and drinkin'
Don't need no help wreckin'
the man with the bag
I don't rap, I trap
But I look like I rap
Me and good dudes cool
Me and fake dudes ain't
I play by the rules
A fuck boy I ain't
flapped long ears and didn't brush up by day
Got his long ears whittled and his old hid scorched in a most artistic way
Now one fine day old Sandy Bob he
When I was a boy about the age of ten
Got some old records by the blues men
Found a big connection to my lonely life
I couldn't wait to learn some
of hits coming at this hour
This is WMFW FM
This hour we got Bob Marley
The sounds of Miriam Makeba, Muta Baruka

We got the live music group Gumbo coming
Man, those were the days (those were the days)
We listened to the songs Bob Dylan wrote
We sat there stoned and amazed
We forgot to eat, we forgot
Two old friends, havin' a beer
Catchin' up, man don't the years fly by
Two old friends, laugh 'til it hurts
To stories they already heard a thousand
We made Oklahoma a little after three
Randy, his brother Bob, and my old GFC
We had some moonshine whiskey and some of Bob's homegrown
We were so
Mmmmm-mmmmm
I's up this mornin'
Ah, blues walkin' like a man
I's up this mornin'
Ah, blues walkin' like a man
Worried blues
Give me your right hand
Mmmmmm I woke up this mornin' 
Ah, blues walkin' like a man
I woke up this mornin' 
Ah, blues walkin' like a man
Worried blues 
Give me your
a achin' old heart disease
Do it now, you gon' do it? Tell me all about it
The blues, is a low-down achin' heart disease
Like consumption, killing me by
a achin' old heart disease
Do it now, you gon' do it? Tell me all about it
The blues, is a low-down achin' heart disease
Like consumption, killing me by
Grand-daddy always said when he was 17
He met the girl, the one in all his dreams
And man that was it was it he never once looked back
He found