Lyrics:
You were this cowboy's only friend
Howling winds cut through like a buck knife
But Ol' Bill he just sits there still as stone
We push on down the rocky
When I'm apart from you
A part of me starts feenin' for more
Like a drug, you are my heroine
Angel like you heaven sent
I'm hell bent on spending time
to paint my LP's as mistakes
Tell me how you judge the greatest by
How many records are sold
I've got no regrets for the records I make
How can I disown my
own.
"Beg pardon, stick it in my what? Well, really, Merle who?"
[Choir]
William Morris, keep us working...
Now, Milton was a real good friend a' mine
my friend lost his life
I'd love to spit some beechnut in that dudes eyes
And shoot him with my ol' .45
'Cause a country boy can survive
Country
“ Green paint “
“ First Chorus “
“ First Chorus “
It’s been a nice day
When I’m at the war way
I’m by self and you hided beside a hide friend
(This story was told to me by Jerry Clover at the 1971 discjockey convention
I told Jerry I's gonna write a song about it
My brother Hillman gonna
friends, Westside in this motherfucka right here
Throw your hands in the air, Westside
Approach you and post a minute, yeah
All on my double 'R', tinted
my friend lost his life
I'd love to spit some beechnut in that dudes eyes
And shoot him with my ol' .45
'Cause a country boy can survive
Country
of the Broadway Nights
And I would send him some homemade wine
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For forty three dollars, my friend lost his
want all these niggas killed that are hoes
Tell me they wanted the kid once again
Tired of love but I needed a friend
All this fake family, why I need
promised myself I'd get by (Ah, with a little help from my friends)
Said I'm gonna try and not work too hard (Ooh)
(Do you need anybody?)
Well I, yeah
I've been all around the world, I been a lot of places
I seen a lot of different faces, their attitude you can't replace
They're just the same ol
A wonderful time living his life, and who had a
Ahmm good friends, fine family
Humm... Under my skin
"Good friends, fine family"
Ol' Blue Eyes And I'm dying
will
And handsomely
And dear old friend
Now that we are clear, old friend
That's all very well but till you're gone
You'll wait upon my boss' whim
discipline
When I experience pain
I know how to collect herbs
To draw them out
To draw the pain out
Nature is my pharmacist
Essential oils are my best friends
you strangers are crusty
I'm the ugly one but your jukes disgust me
Survivors call me toxic then I guess I must be
I'm sippin' on the moonshine but
My best friend
Paint pictures in ink for you and I And
Would you be
My best friend
Bioluminate my little heart and
Do you want a squid friend?
I've
frozen
Everything went static
Death ol' mate oh
Stealer of soulmates
If I had a death note
I'd write in your name
And if you could rot
My luck was your
Just a little ol' boy about twelve years old, working on my daddy's farm
Gotta help him build an ol' chicken coop, gotta help him paint the barn
I
Well I'm Alabama born
And I'm Southern raised
Like my catfish fried
And my whiskey aged
And my big ol' knives
And my aim is true
And if you way down
friends all call me
(Double trouble) (double trouble)
I said, double trouble
Double double (T-r-o-u-b-l-e )
Double trouble that's what my friends all
(Double trouble) (double trouble)
I said, double trouble
Double double (T-r-o-u-b-l-e )
Double trouble that's what my friends all call me
(Double trouble)
someone puts one through you
Double trouble, that's what my friends all call me
(Double trouble, double trouble)
I said, "Double trouble"
T are O you
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