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PAPA'S WAGON
WRITER CARMOL TAYLOR

Chorus: [D] I can see us now riding [G] in a brand new wagon [D] Happy as king upon his [A] throne [D] Papa
Evelyn sits by the elevator doors 
It's been thirty seven years since James dies on St. Patrick's Day in 1964 
But she could not hold it against
up the challenge in the year of Thirty three
For the farmer and the factory and all of you and me
He said, "Roll along Columbia. You can ramble
When it rains it pours down
Used to wanna be king said the reign is on now
King me like james straight out of high school
To the big games but you
up the challenge in the year of Thirty three
For the farmer and the factory and all of you and me
He said, "Roll along Columbia. You can ramble
roars a mighty furnace now to fight for Uncle Sam
Spawned upon the King Columbia by the big Grand Coulee Dam

In the misty crystal glitter of that wild
roars a mighty furnace now to fight for Uncle Sam
Spawned upon the King Columbia by the big Grand Coulee Dam

In the misty crystal glitter of that wild
fingers waited on the down beat
Conley was the master, the undisputed king
He'd ruled the town for thirty years
With an army of six strings

[Chorus]
village 
Until he reached the age of thirty he worked as a carpenter 

Then for three years he was a traveling minister 
But he never traveled more than
put in his hand
But when the guy came at him, well he panicked and ran
And it's thirty long years before they give him another chance

And it's sad
a period spannin' 
Four long years with James Buchanan 
Then the South start shootin' cannon 
And we've got a civil war 

YW&D:A war! 
A war down south
911 is a joke
20 years we got here by actin like common folk
Touring the world like a rolling stone
Then the nineties came
Welcomed y'all
to fuck
Sixteen and over to pat
A twelve year old kid got bucked

This week inperium flat lay your ass flat as a mattress
Smack your head off the axis,
But when the guy came at him, well he panicked and ran
And it's thirty long years before they give him another chance
And it's sad sad sad

John
made you a slave and he gave you a bible
400 years gettin' our ass kicked
By so-called christians and catholics
But I watch 'em burn in a fire
See
chains of slaverie
Who of your nbole lineage will rule the land o scots
Thirty thousand says it shall be he

And the Hanged Man is laughing in the wind
of his straight see's 
And chain smoking in the parking lot pretending to be James Dean 
Kids call him a freak and a weirdo and he won't won't amount
Year's Eve
One eye on a pistol and the other on the door
One eye on a pistol and the other on the door

Miss Charlotte took her satchel down to King Fish
the place
Settled by the judge many years ago
Three billion strong and here we go

Good morning Vietnam!
Ha (back up back up back up back up back up)
rest is on my born day
Bust it, sometimes I sit back and just reflect
Watch the world go by and my thought connect
I think about the time past
die
Man gettin to the thick of it all
Man picture the brods
Man tellin ya call
But hopin ya fall
Sayin my name like King James no pad adriatic
I'm
don't give a fuck
I went up in the club
And like a thousand niggas
A thousand chicks
Was doing the James Brown
Get the fuck out of here
I'm like oh
niggas money's gettin low
But could you come back though, set up shop, and get the fat glow?
Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all
So what the deal
One, two, three
Falling James in the Tahoe mud
Stick around to tell us all a tale
Well, he fell in love with a Gun Street girl
And now he's
journey, gettin' searched by the fuzz
Gettin' rushed out my bunk at nine-thirty in the mornin'
Wake up, grab your stash, break the bongs, and hide your