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the song

No one picks like Bill Monroe and don't George Jones sing great
I can tell that the people care by the people at my gate
Webb Pierce invites
name was branded in 
pure gold. I began to read some of them as I turned the pages: Red Foley, 
Ernest Tubb, Gene Autry, Roy Acuff, Eddy Arnold,
pure gold. I began to read some of them as I turned the pages: Red Foley, Ernest Tubb, Gene Autry, 
Roy Acuff, Eddy Arnold, Tennessee Ernie, Jimmy Dean,
name was branded in 
pure gold. I began to read some of them as I turned the pages: Red Foley, 
Ernest Tubb, Gene Autry, Roy Acuff, Eddy Arnold,
us
You boys keep your distance
That old man's just telling you lies
But to all of us kids
Cowboy Bill was a hero
Just as true
As the blue texas
Blue sky upon the horizon,
Private eye is on my trail,
And if I don't be there by morning
You know that I must have spent the night in jail.
On the ground I know that this will come round
Such a beautiful thing that one day all of this
Will be gone
Nothing is sacred nothing is true
Nothing is blue
So brave and true, so gentle is he
I'll weep for him as he'd weep for me
Little Boy Blue come blow your horn
In Scarlet Town, where I was born

Scarlet
You gotta get that money no matter what you do
You gotta get that money and represent your crew
And keep it true

As reaper stay spray, still niggas
that the love they shared was true
Far away the fiddler's bowing, the grass forever blue
It was in the dead of winter when her man first caught
deceived, by the deceptions indeed
Who mechanically breed at methodical speeds
Distorting your genes, aborting your dreams
As coarse as it seems

Aiyyo, Work
Well water was wine
Back on blue Mountain Time
While I watched your lovin’ expire
While I laid close to you
As the lace on the shoe
And that’s
Munroe,
 In the P.A.V.O?
 He was tallish and mentally dim.
 The talk of heredity can't be quite true,
 He was dropped on his head by his ayah at two,
the bills for the crib, man, fuck the police field
I got names on bullets in the clip, the world ran by the rich
We drop the genes, that's it
Feel my aura
scripts by whites like Mr. Al Capone

[ Bushwick Bill ]
Yeah
America
A land that made Christopher Columbus
A historian for bringing madmen, white slaves,
and I believe it's true
Man's had it down through' history when he's had the blues
He'd find a drum to beat on and a horn that he could blow

You know it
DON'T THINK I DON'T LOVE YOU
(Dallas Frazier)
« © '66 Blue Crest Music »

Your old cheatin' heart has finally caught you
A thousand times I told
bitch (oh yeah)
Cause good game I'm talk it and yet you're so true some women will have you feeling blue like Crips
I lay my feet upon the path and I
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
on the 5000 dollar bill

My president is black, my Lambo's blue
And I be goddamned if my rims ain't too
My momma ain't at home and daddy still in jail
Tryna
solos
Photographic photo type static great motivated soldier
Or Wu say boulder head flower
You can detect the true and living God from the scorer
Keep
Is it true that young Forbes had to marry that Faggot
 He met in the Vale of Kashmir?
 Have you had any news
 Or that chap in the “Blues”,
 Was it
walk by, so f-in' dry 
I swing up in it 'bout an average as half as 
Good as Reggie Jackson's that's why you talk backwards 
And touch bills
and all he had
to show was three dog-eared letters and two very expensive long-distance phone
calls. True, when school had ended and she'd returned
has no mercy on your color find eye's
Stole blues version of oakland...
As you make for thin ice on your you on you violent night.

The next morning