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(John Farrar/Hank Marvin)

Who's gonna shoe your pretty feet
Who's gonna hold your hand
Who's gonna take you out tonight
To listen to the band
Who'll
THE OLD TRAIL
WRITERS CHARLES JOHN QUARTO, STEVE GILLETTE

There's a new ridge road that cuts the mountain to the bone. Slices through the woods
Baby I know that we've got trouble in the fields
When the bankers swarm like locust out there turning away our yield
The trains roll by our silos,
dope boys (Dope boys)

Baptized by the dope boys, ordained by the assholes
My salvation is the cash flow
Whoa, oh
I'm walking on air

I'm talking big
like they love Hoover
They tell me see careful good, cause niggas wanna see like you
They ain't used to a G like you, BOW!

They, they talking that
(Scatting by Scatman John)
Everybody party down to Louisiana
Everybody jam (yeh)
Everybody come and take a ride with me
(Scatting by Scatman John)
Follow
And besides, dirty cash talking to her
Buying her fake furs and taking her to the fever
Quiet as it's kept, that ain't even his benz
She spends his franklins
When I love up love up
You who's calling bluff

Hey yo, john is chilling
Dirty cash dealing
What more can I say, we living
That's what we got, we
love me like they love Hoova
They tell me see careful good

'Cause niggas wanna see like you
They ain't used to a G like you, bam

They, they talking
can make the Pope get shot
Now, we can blow an hour talking bout the stones I rock
Or the hoes I got - catchin' stunts in the drop
Now, Nas, you love
Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit
Acting like my money ain't no good in the hood
You know what I mean?
Fucking head blown off nigga, you
Baby, I know that we've got trouble in the fields
When the bankers swarm like locusts they're turning away our yields
Our dreams roll by our silo,
Words and music by John Kay, Michael Wilk and Rocket Ritchotte


A ring on every finger, a girl on every arm
He drove his brand new Jaguar while
Love is calling me home

(GUITAR SOLO)



In the firelight, by the fountain

In the desert, on the mountain

There's a lost one, someone reach him
Baby, I know that we got trouble in the fields 
And the bankers swarm like locusts out there, turning away our yields 
And the trains roll by our
Buckle up, here comes love
Looks like cupid just showed up
Let him on
Let him by
Give him room
But don't ask why
'Cause love don't need no ticket
(Cathy Majeski/John Scott Sherrill)
(Track 10 - Time 4:14)

We spent all night down by the riverside
Laughin' at nothing and talking too much
Baby, I know that we've got trouble in the fields
When the bankers swarm like locusts they're turning away our yields
Our dreams roll by our silo,
the middle at the top by the gate
On the grass with the crass Volkswagen estate
Whose is it? Mine! You're kidding, it's great! (Jesus)
I just love the way
knows, you gone die by him
I know you heard gun stories about John Wayne and Billy the Kid
Shit, all them motherfuckers dead
And did you know that every
Sunday watching John McLaughlin
And having sex again and again
I'd stopped by cause Ellen had my copy of Nebraska
They never even put on their clothes
I
I'm talking bout sweet heart 
You ain't even gotta have John Madden
You ain't gotta have Dick Vitale, 
You ain't gotta Lee Carsole
You ain't gotta
I'm talking bout sweet heart 
You ain't even gotta have John Madden
You ain't gotta have Dick Vitale, 
You ain't gotta Lee Carsole
You ain't gotta
yeah, c'mon
Bad Boy baby, yeah

[P. Diddy - talking]
One God, one love, one family
Bad Boy, they ain't never seen nothin like this
I see you Loon [echo]
love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die
I reminice over my ghetto princess everyday
Give it up for my shorty