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Cause he's got about as much southern soul as ole Hank
And who'd of ever thought that Mr. Kenny Chesney
Would be laughing all the way to the bank
that shit makes me sick. 
And that ole Kenny Chesney, 
What a hypocrite. 

He'll swear he's country, 
But he lives in the Caribbean. 
Sings all
like I haven't slept at all
When I wake to a silence and she's facing the wall
Posters of Dylan and of Hemingway
An antique compass for a sailor's
struggle through our lives
Though the generations wander
The lineage survives
And all of us
From dust to dust
We all become forefathers
By and by
the ladies too fly to swim 
And Kenny's on the air with the poolside basketball rim 
While dirt belly flapper swam guy 
Buckie is in the crib on the NBA Live
Ask him why some people got to live in a trailer, cuss like a sailor
I paint a picture with the pen like norman mailer
Mi abuela raised three
Ask him why some people got to live in a trailer, cuss like a sailor
I paint a picture with the pen like norman mailer
Me and willa raised three
Ask him why some people got to live in a trailer, cuss like a sailor
I paint a picture with the pen like norman mailer
Me and willa raised three
Ask him why some people got to live in a trailer, cuss like a sailor
I paint a picture with the pen like norman mailer
Me and willa raised three
Ask him why some people got to live in a trailer, cuss like a sailor
I paint a picture with the pen like norman mailer
Me and willa raised three
the way)
I'm the only way
We can fornicate
Ah, pimping and posing
Look what I drove in, ah
Having these hoes and I know that I'm chosen, ah
I live by
the biggest vessel built by man, a giant of the skies
For all you unbelievers, the Titanic fits inside
Drum rolled tight, a canvas skin, silvered in the sun
Standing alone by the edge of a river
He's traded his life for a glass full of tears
The bargain was quick for one's life is less dearer
When
such love and laughter too, was short as panting breath
For one dark night, her soul was kissed by the shade of death.

(Agony, like none before, was
booby
Get it right, its Emilio Pucci, hoochie (hoochie)
Write for sci-fi, I'll be pipin' five pies, the cat went like the nine lives
Ten halves, five