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Thank you Lord, for all You've done for me

Folks without homes
Living out in the streets
And the drug habit some say
They just can't beat
er, foreign parts. How are you?
John: Oh, great!
George: Very well, thank you.
Ringo: Oh, great, yeah, it's just fine.
Paul: Yeah.
Rodney: Well,
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Thank You Lord for all You've done for me

Folks without homes
Living out in the streets
And the drug habit some say
They just can't beat
like to thank all, all the wonderful folks, and I'd like to thank you, too." ELVIS 

"Three young singers were killed today in the crash of a light
folk drivin' in a black limousine
A lotta sad people thinkin' that's mighty keen
Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean
Thank god I'm a country
folk drivin' in a black limousine
A lotta sad people thinkin' that's mighty keen
Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean
Thank God I'm a country
folk drivin' in a black limousine
A lotta sad people thinkin' that's mighty keen
Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean
Thank God I'm a country
folk drivin' in a black limousine
A lotta sad people thinkin' that's mighty keen
Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean
Thank God I'm a country
bars, I demonstrate
Beat this down the block and you'll be like G's
Movin' on up like George and Louise

On the low, in the cut, all about my cheese
My
folk drivin' in a black limousine
A lotta sad people thinkin' that's mighty keen
Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean
Thank God I'm a country
folk drivin' in a black limousine
A lotta sad people thinkin' that's mighty keen
Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean
Thank God I'm a country
folk drivin' in a black limousine
A lotta sad people thinkin' that's mighty keen
Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean
Thank God I'm a country
folk drivin' in a black limousine
A lotta sad people thinkin' that's mighty keen
Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean
Thank God I'm a country
folk drivin' in a black limousine
A lotta sad people thinkin' that's mighty keen
Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean
Thank God I'm a country
On the day that America 
Fell to its knees 
After strutting around for a century 
Without saying thank you 
Or please 

And the shock was subsonic
clicks and clacks
Uneasy heartbeat, can't relax

But then your hand takes mine
Thank God, I found you in time
Thank God, I found you
Thank God, I
let you go, billy!" 
And george putnam, the right-wing creepo fascist pig newscaster from los angeles said
(take it away george putnam,
to thank you Lord
For givin' me all of them
To get me by
Take my money, take my rings
I'd trade it all for just three things
Good friends, good whiskey,
let's overdub a little a little finger p-
No, no, no Clem no!
By greckins you put a little, little bit, a little finger poppin' on thar 
it's gonna be
I never was one of them money hungry fools
I'd rather have my fiddle and my farmin' tools
Thank God I'm a country boy

Yeah, city folk drivin' in
a movie where George Bush had a bearded man on his squad,
So much power from oil money that poor folks can't sit by him,
No problem, Osama, Bin Laden, Been
letter to you.
(I slice my wrists)
Kill their leader
(By way of paper scars and pictures frames)
And watch his family die
(Of all you left behind)
alright
Because folks round here wouldn't take a million
For a different life

[Chorus]
Home sweet home
I thank my lucky stars at night
I was raised
ain't starvin' like Marvin and won't see no roach
When ya chill wit the rich folks in the hood
Ya sittin' on leather watchin' big screens
Bought by
gotta admit it, folks
You're all havin' fun
Reelin' and rockin'
Reelin' and a-rockin'
'Til the break of dawn

Goodnight, everybody
Goodnight, baby