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a little border town She had to dance for money In that dusty old saloon I dropped a dollar in the jukebox Played that girl a tune, yeah Never see it comin'
Texas land, looking at the cattle and the horses runnin' wild as they can Life was different in the old days, you just get a day's work done When you were
of speakers thought I shed skins of old When I'm taught by the older Records that I caught I get fat In my pad I'm not bad Not smiling passing for time to take
lonesome And it makes me wonder how the old folks are at home [Chorus] Now the years have blown by me like the wind through the pines But the song
and Deliver? Or was it Down by the River? Were you singing a fine old tune like Gone to Glory? Laying it down with grace and power Long about the midnight hour
singing a fine old tune like 'Gone To Glory'? Laying it down with grace and power Long about the midnight hour I heard the people all singing Like they'd
on the shore Yeah, it's only gonna be about an hour or so 'Til they rip off all your mountains, boy And that one last tired old eagle bites the sand And all
fear as the dark raven crows Look for guidance from the one who knows He lived on this earth for a time and a half Playing a tune to the old man’s
taking a chance" We was getting up, getting ready to leave When somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve And this good looking girl, she was asking my
getting ready to leave When somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve And this good looking girl was asking my buddy to dance I said Jim don't do it
"Carach Fergus" and poor old "Mother Machree" He's just thrashed his way through "Galway Bay" and "The Wild Irish Rose" And if he starts singing "Danny
an old man's cough Who is tapping his foot to a tune, And your thighs are a ruin, you want too much, Let's say you came back some time too soon.
Couldn't write a song, to save his soul Ripped off an old tune, said it was his own Low and behold, in another few days Five star dinner, that the company
write these tunes And for you to stress a nigga like I?m running these hoes is outta line Goodbye to your life, pack up your clothes and go [Hook sung by
Stompin' out music on an old upright piano Here comes King That was downright ragged in a Scott Joplin way (Here he comes, master of the stomp) Ol' Jelly
exit the old style, enter's the new But nothing's new 'bout being hawked by a crew Or should I say flock cause around every block There's Harry, Dick,
check it, exit the old style Enters the new But nothing's new 'bout being hawked by a crew Or should I say flock cause around every block There's
real. I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine. Said everybody Shine. See'mon." It's not luck that I'm sittin' here Spittin' for y'all. Preeld in by
Dreadlock, I send a rock from my block Clock wax like crack, samplin from old stacks That's where the soul's at, in this whole rap universe We kick
check it, exit the old style, enter's the new But nothing's new 'bout being hawked by a crew Or should I say flock cause around every block There's
know but you don't hear me though Yo check this out My body collapse in the raps And snaps like a wild mongoose in a trap Better watch your table
Adult with a childish like arrogance Wild ever since the day I came out I was like "merits, fuck that" I'd rather be loud and I like swearing From
the tune and I got to get away Assure me that it wouldn't do to [unintelligible, 5 syllables] No one sees me down there and no one's getting in I got
around your dead body Abandon ship, niggaz are ready to flip and bag a punk They can't fight next night, twistalism by your grave sight Over, yes, you
to the Liks, hit your ass like a tackle Pow, bust my liquid-ass style Peace to Mad Lib and my nigga Wild Child Yo, put in the disc E while I hit