Search results for wurlitzer prize i dont want to get over you by willie nelson

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Don't want to get over you 
I'm not here to forget you, I'm here to recall 
The things we used to say and do 
I don't want to get over you 
I
Alone at a table for two
I don't want to get over you

They oughta give me the Wurlitzer prize
For all the silver I let slide down the slot
Playing
Don't want to get over you 
I'm not here to forget you, I'm here to recall 
The things we used to say and do 
I don't want to get over you 
I
Don't want to get over you 
I'm not here to forget you, I'm here to recall 
The things we used to say and do 
I don't want to get over you 
I
most nights with the TV on
And all the house lights left up bright
I'm gonna blow this damn candle out
I don't want Nobody comin' over to my table
I got
just what they'll do
One of theses days these boots are gonna walk all over you

I'm the girl with the good boys who don't mean you no harm
This
most nights with the TV on
And all the house lights left up bright
I'm gonna blow this damn candle out
I don't want Nobody comin' over to my table
I got
running from the searchlights on the shore
I paddled my canoe down the alley after you
Over the cannons at the courthouse

It's three o'clock, the streets
we just be friends?
And try to get along
Don?t want to hurt no one
Just want to have a little fun
So I'm begging you
Please man, don?t call
Your eyes get red and your mouth goes dry
Just get me when you want more and I'll supply
Red and Meth said let's get stoned; I said how high
They said
Your eyes get red and your mouth goes dry
Just get me when you want more and I'll supply
Red and Meth said let's get stoned; I said how high
They said
drinks at home now most night with the TV on
And all the house lights left up bright

I'm gonna blow this damn candle out
I don't want nobody
You gotta let a ho be a ho
*Spoken*
WILLIE D: Yeah, buddy. Willie D ain't gonna let none of these hos
Get him down. I ain't cryin' or dyin' over none
'ma dopefiend baby, I don't know why 
All I want to do is get high 
Between your legs is where my brain is at 
Cause I'ma nymphomaniac 

I used to smoke
to get knocked out the box like Redd Foxx or Willie Nelson
So I keep on making cartoons and movies and records, and anything else, and eh
Just when I think
never heard a Waylon Jennings song
She's never been a fan of Willie Nelson
So there ain't no way in hell we'll get along

She told me she thinks country
get back skillz, my get back skillz. 

I hurt my ass off by Drink-A-Lot, 
But I'm about my cash, 
But if an, 
Ignit mutha fucka want to step to me,
(Hank Card/Kristen Nelson)
You've all heard tell of Pecos Bill
Who rode a cyclone 'til it broke
Well, at the Texas State Fair
There's an even bigger
shizzle, roll up another one my nigga
I got to get made
i got to get change
I got to rip this mic from California to Maine
And take over this thing
Send
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
to worry
Dog just hurry up and wait
'cause I ain't Going no where anytime soon
Sick what these rappers want to be?
That's me, times 2
Now...
Get ready for me
the choir stand
You get mad cause I'm questioning your merit
But goddamnit if the shoe fit, wear it
I don't give a fuck about your blessings
You want to know
on cigars, I'll blow donut holes with gun smoke
I don't want your demo rappers, we extort'em
You ain't goin' platinum nigga, you gon' be post-mortem
Slice
transformers hops
Again, again, again
Uh! Uh! Uh!
Now, yo, tell yourself a song

Who is the man with the master plan?

Now, just to let you know
I go by
to do the best I could
Sometimes I guess my best ain't good... enough
Cause when it's over, said shit done
You sittin by yourself mixed up
But I tried, I