Lyrics:
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'
flow is Wild Bill, Wild West my old stomping grounds
Challenge me to showing down, none of them boys be showing up
Gang of scoundrels riding with me I
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
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
Drip cleaner than a white Ferrari
So wild it's a night safari
So many shots like an army
By the bar
Is where I'll be (ye, ye)
Need a band on your wrist
Way Down South at the Honky Tonk, Whiskey, Women, gettin' drunk
Go out back there's an old dirt road, have a toke real easy, let it burn slow
Out by
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
now
So play me that old familiar tune
Of that old cowboy blues
Just singing in your room
Where the stories are told
Whiskey drunken fights
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
for you
When no one else can hear my tunes
If it's just you and me, your company
Will absolutely do
Will you dance for me
Will you stay wild and ever
And chasing lassies by the moon
Layin' up all day
On the porch playin' guitar tunes
Yeah, I'm a lone wolf
And I no longer run with the pack
Yeah, I am
through, is not tethered to the mosque
Better mood, sync in tune, I don't care that you're lost
Letters brew, instinct accrues, no one's aware that I'm boss
live, Looney Tunes, I've been roadrunnin' for a while
This right here is wild
It's 2015, 11/19, at 9:15
Make no mistakes about it, I had a date with
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
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
to the tune of i don't care
stuck in the 70s, at the latest 82
remembering their wild and crazy youth
don't talk about hardcore, they're not interested
johnny's
place like an old dead tree
There's so much world I haven't seen
I wanna go somewhere wild and green
I wanna set my eyes on things unseen
Compass lead me
Take my keg and my egg you'll soon know why
Hear the honking up in the sky
It's the great big V wild geese are pointing me
To paddle power
Paddling
of an old dude!
From the days of news news by kids who cut me like a razor
So I sit and play Dat New New by Kid Cuddi, cause that's my flavor
Put on Ill Mind
lonesome
And it makes me wonder how the old folks are at home
Now the years have blown by me like the wind through the pines
But the song of the south
What it-what it exactly are we doin?
Don't play yourself
Reward yourself and tune in to
The 2017 BET Hip Hop
Award hosted by me: DJ Khaled and Dade
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,
So tell me yours and I'll tell you mine
Not keeping score but you're ahead by miles
Let me be yours and I'll keep your time
Play me that tune
You know
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