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Oh today I leave,
For Memphis, Tennesse,
Aint nothing left for me,
Can't stand the air I breathe.

Mmmmmmm,
Tennessee.

They sing of Jolene,
A girl

Ever since u left i been sleeping bad 
My guitar the only thing that got strings attached 
We might be passing for forever 
Changing
Drastically

Ahh
Ahh,
Rose, yeah yeah, It's Jadhé, uh, yeah, uh rose
I got it by the ton ton ton
Drum like pa ra pa pum pum pum pum
This rhythm the drums

stick like a guitar, you know I get the swangin
Blues in my pocket like I'm crippin', but I ain't nippsey tho
I'ma throw that cash up in the air, watch em

raft - bobbing lost at sea
Hope and hot air keep us drifting - stuck here by decree
But our raft now has a hundred holes - and hope is fading fast

blinded by the light
The guitar cries, When his fucking fingers slide,

If you give this man a ride
Your sweet family will die,
The Doora slowly open up

streams,
In the rhythm of the country, where magic gleams.

A cabin nestled in the wooded glade,
Crackling embers and the serenade.
Guitar strings strumming

Vanishing man
A guitar on his back
Making love to the future
Making peace with the past

Nothing was fake
He said God's in the lake
Always pushing me

digital sea
Finds shore in her simple humanity
A laugh that shatters the silent air
Ignites a fire of fervent care

Hold fast hold tight
Strike the match

fill the air bringing us higher
Polyphonic-Trailblazers they set the fire
We're united by music love and peace
In this reggae paradise our worries cease

Here we are, born out of stars
Made soft or made hard by our hand of cards
Sing and we cry, reflect like the sky, kindness and pain we've been dealt

even begin, to see what she would face
But it's a long way, It's a long way
That day's a long way down the road

I am by myself, but I am not alone
I can

the rhythm
The lyric gon get em
I carry the rhythm
The guitar gon hit em
Yeah I Carry the rhythm
The lyrics gon split em
If I Carry the rhythm
The drums gon

Sat by the bar next to the rough brick walls
My piano in front of the boards is made to enthral
A haze of smoke glazed in the neon lights
I feel so

to the sea
Notes like fireflies in a midnight garden
Lost in the rhythm, setting my soul free
Guitar strings weep, harmonica wails
The night air thick with

How much could you do, can you prove in bout a second
I can spit impediment and you reckon man I'm testin
Getting so obsessed by the fact I'm feelin'

surrounded by hills
We tested our rigs and got our thrills
A big bonfire, flames burnin’ bright
Smoke filled the air on those desert nights, it was…
Just

a bedroom in Los Feliz
By the Pioneer Chicken Stand
Just me, an old guitar, and a beat up Chevy van
I barely had a dime
But I was ready to take a stand
I

some Hip hop thriller
(Guitar)
Cant you tell how it sound
(Big Star)
Lil momma say she gonna do it
(Want some)
Well break it down break it down
(Get

to roll to me, and I was sleepy in the back
And the birds fly by the thousands, it's a sure sign of sunny days to come
Well it made sense at the time
Well

somewhere in the blinding absence of light
I'd throw out my rations pawn off my rifle
I'd bust this old guitar drop all them small trifles
To lie by your side

somewhere
In this blinding absence of light
I'd give up my dreams, hang up that rifle
I'd pawn this old guitar and drop them small trifles
To lie by your side

hillbilly charm
I'm going back to my boots!

I like waking up every morning
And smelling the fresh clean air
There ain't nothin' like a country breeze
Rushin'

The club ain't that far, strum that air guitar
Cause I'm feeling it man, got my necklace and chain

I'm a sucker for pain, go ask Lil Wayne Get to the club,