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me frown
I need some music from Guitar Town
Come on play me a country song

Now Garth Brooks, he is on top
Alan Jackson's got his own juke box
caller ID
I'd take her call immediately
Ten Thousand Angels couldn't get me off of that line
Garth Brooks called dang near a hundred times
But I was
I told the brook
That runs down through the valley
A secret my best friend never knew
The brook told the trees
And the trees told the breeze
tomorrow 
To receive a call 
By the overweight garth brooks 
Who would then try to offer me 
Like a hundred thousand dollars 
Just for me to go the fuck
Roy Acuff Minnie Pearl Eddy Aronld Johnny Cash Willie Nelson
Randy Travis Garth Brooks Reba McIntire Whispering Bill Anderson
Whispering Bill Anderson?
Garth Brooks,
Keep it off the hook,
Make the world feel the touch,
Y'all doin' too much,
Sayin' y'all can see us,
Its like this hear,
I rock a party
Garth Brooks,
Keep it off the hook,
Make the world feel the touch,
Y'all doin' too much,
Sayin' y'all can see us,
Its like this hear,
I rock a party
to ya' hatin' and ya' bad looks
Just think about gettin' paper like Garth Brooks
Keep it off the hook
Let the world feel the touch
Ya'll doing too
to ya' hatin' and ya' bad looks
Just think about gettin' paper like Garth Brooks
Keep it off the hook
Let the world feel the touch
Ya'll doing too
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)

Outside the Nashville city limits
A friend and I did drive,
On a day in early winter
I was glad to be alive.
We went
the bee may light on me
It's foolish but it's fun

When thunder storms put folks to rout
And no one dares to venture out
That's when I love to slosh
Garth Brooks,
Keep it off the hook,
Make the world feel the touch,
Y'all doin' too much,
Sayin' y'all can see us,
Its like this hear,
I rock a party
to make sure she hear it
If rap don't work, I'm startin' a group with Garth Brooks
Ha ha ha ha, and just say "Look"

This rap game, this rap game
I
startin' a group with Garth Brooks
Hahahaha, and just say "Look"

[Chorus]
I'm low down and shifty, quickly call Swifty
To do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50
Ya feelin' lucky? Squeeze
I catch you outside of Chuckie
to make sure she hear it
If rap don't work, I'm startin' a group with Garth Brooks
Ha ha ha ha, and just say "Look"

This rap game, this rap game
I
a-see goin' out in less than zero, oh no 
Now here come the crooks 
Paradin' by storm with the luegers and oar 
We conquer ground as usual 
Lo empire
That I’m probably a problem addict
Pop an aspirin cause my head is hurting
Hotel bedroom, missing curtains
Sheets everywhere like a storm has passed
As you lie there on your bed 
Beneath the face of Louise Brooks 
With your makeup and your teddy bear 
And your C.S. Lewis books 
Bad seed
But me and my a-see goin' out in less than zero, oh no 
Now here come the crooks 
Paradin' by storm with the luegers and oar 
We conquer ground as usual
hazzardous 

Imagine this, every sound from my lips 

At my fingertips I levitate the audience 

So ask Brooks and Dres who's got the effects 

More
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
the mass that
Hackensack, highway to holly for this cashmere
Satin pro, got the somali, rolls on my mind

In France I dance by the moon
Sailin' from
square, now shit is the same
Because together we stay, and the desert storm is on
Expect the unexpected, when the juice has been injected
The many styles
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug