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here in this land, my heart is in Ireland.
The land of the old folks is calling to me."
Near a coal mine in Wales, by a roadside cafe,
A young girl
a travelin' soul
Seekin' truth along this road
Well the towns that pass my windows
They all start to look the same
Overrun by corporate greed
Disguised
and countin', dirty six at will
Did seven on the slide, 8 worldwide
I'll be on my third bentley by the time i'm at 9
I hear 'em cryin, "you gon' sell out" ya
I'm just a country boy, I drive a four-by-four
It's usually covered in mud, from the axle to the door
It's a little banged up, a little too much rust
stupid paid
I'm tryna get stupid rich, tryna do stupid shit
Try and ball, bitch, forever, whenever, however
Old pride country nigga, campaign
INTRO
Jah guide and protect me to do what's right
And never be blinded by glittering lights
To help my sistren in this darkest time
Dem say good
we missed the spotlight
coulda been a hit by
Faith and Tim McGraw
We coulda been a Country song
They coulda played us all over town
Til they tore that
tikki's poison out di country , town & den cities..dem no Covid ah just 19 bodies
Elevatemore time like we levitate.
EverydayMeditate.systemheavy weight.
And planted by a stream we become the tallest trees
That the winds and rain, could not defeat oh
And Lord knows, how I needed this
A country road and small-town
good
Old fashioned grill whippin' let me ask you
Bein' coached, how does it feel?
You're stuck in that triangle
Second best on the Bull-shit
For real
Tennessee raised in an old small town
(I guess that’s somethin'
You don't understand)
But we work for a livin' but we all get down
Tell 'em
I still fly that
Lookin' out a dirty old window, down below the cars in the city go rushing by
We sit here with no dosh and wonder why?
Should we catch the bus
Wine and pretty women were the life of me the devil rode along for my company
Picking and singing I did the rounds of a score of southern country towns
I
ain't that tough You're just a wannabe old school that never was|You got a long long way to go to be an outlaw I know your show by heart let me tell you
block fry plantain? (boaw)
Free my G's on the landin'
I can tell by the way that my man's actin
That he's never been locked for the mad ting (likkle
Some folks living in the country can't wait
To get in their pick-up trucks and go to town
There's people living in a penthouse
Dying to get out in
Some folks living in the country can't wait
To get in their pick-up trucks and go to town
There's people living in a penthouse
Dying to get out in
prayin' for ya, prayin' that you'll trust in Him
This is my prayer for Aurora
My shout out and prayer for Aurora
This is my prayer for Aurora
My home town
SOBER SITUcTION
cND TURN YOUR LONELY cROUND
I CcN SPIN SOME OLD COUNTRY SONGS
cBOUT SOMEBODY DONE SOMEONE WRONG
c LITTLE WHISKEY JUKEBOX THERcPY
WE CcN
And I got my boys all with me
And we're screaming loud
We'll hit the road
And we'll wake up this town
And my heart tells me that she'll come around
Come mothers and fathers, come sisters and brothers Lend an ear to the stories they’re telling
Of the neighborhood watchman in the Florida town who
had a porch
With an old bird dog sleeping by the screen
I didn't know I was a way back in the pines Friday night kid
I was just cuttin' up like my
nights and empty streets, sleepy town, humble home
Same old waltz in the wind, by the railroad track
Riding out to a country bridge, moonlight shining
I was born in town of Pilsen
Where four rivers merge in one
There by the sandstone tower
I've spend most of my life
Though there wasn't much I've
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