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While Bush old ass on t.v. playin' golf
But when you come to my house with that draft shit
I'ma shoot your funky ass bitch
A nigga'll die for
your folks that duffle bag
The only shit they wanna see is that doggy tag
Hopin' that the worryin' will cease
And your ass will still be home in one
Well, thousands of folks back east, they say,
Are leavin' home most ev'ry day,
And they're beatin' the hot old dusty way
To the California line.
Well, thousands of folks back east, they say,
Are leavin' home most ev'ry day,
And they're beatin' the hot old dusty way
To the California line.
a stranger
Keep a line open to the folks back home
Don't run and hide when everything changes
Walk between the raindrops dry as a bone
You're laying low,
coalition of dancing
Whoa !
Everyone was wearing fingerless gloves
Whoa!
I saw a Spanish guy doing the Bartman
Transport now to an old folks home
what I have to say just needs a lil more real estate
You know my old man served so we bounced around from state to state
I knew my siblings got me, was
that foster home
Now I’m made of gold im coming better watch the throne
Pushing bad vibes
Cutting out old ties
Won’t listen to those lies
I know who’s
Top?
The dirt's too rocky by far
And that's why all the folks on Rocky Top
Get their corn from a jar
Oh, Rocky Top, you'll always be
Home sweet home
and living off the land
Picking and fishing and meeting other folks
Making home brew and cooking steaks
Wear your old clothes and drive those old country
by the Swanee
The folks up north will see me no more
When I go to the Swanee Shore!
The birds are singin', it is song time
The banjos strummin'
shared is nearly done
And I'm goin' back to the place where
Folks like me are from
My people won't forget me
They'll kill me if I try to fight
creation,
Sadly I roam
Still longing for the old plantation
And for the old folks at home
[Chorus]
All the world is sad and dreary everywhere I roam
the river, are the old folks still the same
And by the way, did she mention my name
Did she mention my name just in passing
And when the morning came, do
of rich folks spitting on bums
A lot of hoodlums
These are just the bums that are really pissed off
Why? Probably 'cause they been ripped off by
gonna run
Hometown, homecoming, hometown, I'm coming home
Hometown, homecoming, hometown, we're all headed home
Most folks, they feel like family, well
Help the lonely, neglected old farts that I know.
Theodore bikel:
It's been swell havin' you with us tonight folks.
Mark volman:
But, don't leave
There's a bullet in my ass, ah"
Ted kennedy, good senator, but a bad date
You know what I'm saying, folks? One of those guys who gets home
At four
an ass
Of implication and innuendo
That, if she may
She made asses safe for the white folks at
Home in a way they never had been
Before who knew that just
When sunset in the sky,
And flowers never die, yeas
And friends don't pass you by,
Because that's my home
Oh where the folks say howdedo.
Home sweet home to me
Good old Rocky Top
Rocky Top Tennessee Rocky Top Tennessee
Once two strangers climbed old Rocky Top
Lookin' for
fields and home,
I dreamed about my mother, dear old papa, sister and brother,
And I dreamed about that girl, who's been waitin' for so long
I want
give her a smack
Oh I like to get my beer and sit on my front step or by the store
Hanging out where white folks fear to tread, yeah this is my home for
like some folks they know
But we couldn't find a radio
The old me would drink a 40
And eat bologna, shinobi
On NBA Live, I play with Kobe
The OGs,
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