Lyrics:
Smoking out the local protein
Brokering the rabbit punch
I'm broken, fuck a focus
Group, fuck your folk, and Toto too
The produce of a pencil-neck who
Never
driving through the Dairy Queen
Ain't got a Wal-Mart, ain't got a mall
We're old school, small town sticking around
Just like folks used to, good ol'
where I came up, nigga
On a scaffold doing ten sets of ten, getting my weight up nigga
I'm no shooter, but my shooters'll have your brain exposed
But
the old man’s scaffold
Past another century
Singing an old folk song
Is making his days oh so long
The rich man in his castle
The poor man at his gate
One
around the back border
Lived a man
That the river folks talked about
They said you better stay away from Ko-ko Joe
'Cause he's cause he's crazy no
coming on strong)
It's our turn to build (to build)
My old friend, I thought you knew by now, yeah
You gotta make a way for the young folks
Ooh, yeah,
coming on strong)
It's our turn to build (to build)
My old friend, I thought you knew by now, yeah
You gotta make a way for the young folks
Ooh, yeah,
can survive
Country folks can survive...
Because you can't starve us out and you can't make us run
'Cause we're them old boys raised on shotguns...
We
coming on strong)
It's our turn to build (to build)
My old friend, I thought you knew by now, yeah
You gotta make a way for the young folks
Ooh, yeah,
The old folks don't talk much
They talk so slowly when they do
They are rich, they are poor
Their illusions are gone, they share one heart for two
home oh from the party
And the good folks just got up
Crooked delegation wants a big donation
Send some old jive preacher to the holy land
Lord honey,
As I rode into Tombstone on my horse, his name was Mack
I saw what I'll relate to you, going on behind my back
It seems the folks were up-in-arms,
But he done her wrong!
One night Frankie happened to pass by the hotel;
Just casually glanced into a window so high,
And who did she see but her
and madame have rung the chapel bell
See'est la vie, say the old folk, it goes to show you never can tell
They furnished off an apartment with two rooms by
It was a teenage wedding and the old folks wished them well
You could see that Pierre did truly love the Mademoiselle
And now the young Monsieur
Country fried, baptized in gravy
I can't wash off what the good Lord made ya
No matter how far that highway goes
An old dirt road'll get you home
own smoke too
Ain't too many things these
Old boys can't do
We grow good ol' tomatoes and homemade wine
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can
there must be kind folks by the bushel
But I just believe that in this one old man Lord put something special
Why I've seen times when folks was sick
there must be kind folks by the bushel
But I just believe that in this one old man Lord put something special
Why I've seen times when folks was sick
the sweet by and by" (in the sweet, by and by)
Then we'd sing, "I'm on my way to Canaan's Land"
Yes, Daddy was an old time preacher man
Revivals
the sweet by and by" (in the sweet, by and by)
Then we'd sing, "I'm on my way to Canaan's Land"
Yes, Daddy was an old time preacher man
Revivals
The old folks don't talk much
They talk so slowly when they do
They are rich they are poor
Their illusions are gone
They share one heart for two
wheel drive
And a country boy can survive, country folks can survive
I can plow a field all day long
I can catch catfish from dusk 'til dawn
Make
routine
Give me my old straw hat and a-double-truckin'
Down the avenue we'll go
(Man, you're flyin')
Folks passin' by us
(I'm lyin', I'm dyin')
Will
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