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Albums:

Green Green Green Grass of Home (Ferlin Husky) · Rock of Ages: The Finest in AOR & Melodic Hard Rock (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Rock of Ages [Performed Live On the Ed Sullivan Show] (Mahalia Jackson) · Rock of Ages: The Definitive Collection (Def Leppard) · Rock of Ages (Def Leppard) · Rock for the Ages (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Rock of Ages (Bill & Gloria Gaither) · Rock of Ages [DVD] (Bill & Gloria Gaither) · Rock of Ages [Japan Bonus CD] (The Band) · Rock of Ages (George Beverly Shea) – and 90 other albums »


man movin' 'cross the stage?
It looks a lot like the one used by Jimmy Page
It's like a Relic from A different age
Could be, ooh-ee

If there's rock
rock all ages, so
DON'T, act like why'all don't know
Run been rockin since Kurtis Blow
Me and my brother been gettin this dough
Came in the do', said
and lies both spray together
My mind scream like Al Green "Let's Stay Together"
How could a nigga be so scared of change
That's what you hustle for, for
Rock of Ages on the organ
Thanksgivin' every day

Be it ever so humble
Give me that home cookin', home cookin'
And I'll never go away

My ticket
don't like my style
So I don't give a WHAT, 'cause you bring the beef, and the Rock
All the Rock buck you one time, so cover you by the loggins
Machete I
you start to yawn

(Both)
That's home cookin', home cookin'
Quiet life is quite the life for me

(Musical Break)

(Both)
Rock of Ages
you start to yawn

(Both)
That's home cookin', home cookin'
Quiet life is quite the life for me

(Musical Break)

(Both)
Rock of Ages
you start to yawn

(Both)
That's home cookin', home cookin'
Quiet life is quite the life for me

(Musical Break)

(Both)
Rock of Ages
sensation 
Oh my god, there is a hope 

Ohio's not for lovers 
It's all an undercover 
Revolution built by institutions 
Oh, uh huh 

they took a lot of green
in my private jet
Just like sting and kanye west
Let's save the earth with area rock
(pyrotechnics are very sustainable)

(I'm going green) can't
Telling you how music's supposed to be
Cos it's a game played by those who love celebrity
And that's not what music supposed to be
Al Green, Sam Cook
bargained for

Six-pack weasels pumped up by their own press releases
Till the capital ceases
Ain't no difference tween black and white
Except the green
I said a hip hop,
Hippie to the hippie,
The hip, hip a hop, and you don't stop, a rock it
To the bang bang boogie, say, up jump the boogie,
alive to the Master Gee
The brother who rocks so viciously
I said the age of one my life begun
At the age of two I was doing the do
At the age
alive to the Master Gee
The brother who rocks so viciously
I said the age of one, my life begun
At the age of two I was doin' the do
At the age
Since diamond came around
Now she down with a team
[Grimm]
Now I'm down with Bobby Brown
But I love Al Green
Keep a sweet in my mouth and anotha in
to the rhythm and throw down
Like comin' alive to the Master Gee
The brother who rocks so viciously
I said the age of one, my life begun
At the age of two I
I'm a static addict
No fear you gotta
Know I had it
If you know better
'Spose to do better
So I know like Al Green
We gotta stay together

Knock
hustling trying to make that green,
I've been ramblin and gamblin since the age of 13

Working like a bitch like a god damn tank,
Some disagree because
I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie
To the hip hip hop, a you don't stop
The rock it to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie
Absolut for those who can't afford the Goose

Malibu, coconut rum, Amaretto sour, coke an' rum
We gettin' drunk, Hennessey, V.S.O.P
Age in the barrel,
And the turn tables turn and that AL Greens plays
I see my mother's Afro as momma taps her toes as she rolls her jays
And my poppa just left the house, in
burn 
And the turn tables turn and that AL Greens plays
I see my mother's Afro as momma taps her toes as she rolls her jays
And my poppa just left
burn 
And the turn tables turn and that AL Greens plays
I see my mother's Afro as momma taps her toes as she rolls her jays
And my poppa just left
of the equator
I rock from here to there, to Philly and back
To LA on the spot where I rock and bust like straps
As your views get overshadowed when you come in