Lyrics:
as his life is unfold
Trying to uphold what once was foretold
But he shitty like age-old scaffold
Spews vitriol, mouth like a shitting hole
Crib had
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
headwinds, struggling to move on
Lost in a maze of emotions
Accompanied by never-healing same-old sores
By one hand I tear down and by the other I scaffold
Ten miles to northward of the narrow port
Open'd a larger haven: thither used
Enoch at times to go by land or sea
And once when there, and clambering
by the Swanee.
The folks up north will see me no more
When I get to that Swanee shore.
(whistling)
I miss the old folks at home.
Swanee, how I
specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'
specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'
make way for the young folks
Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah
They say yes and you say no
They ask you why and you close the door
My old friend I thought
and credits are black
Just a walk upon the scaffold, over run,
The sound of tanks and bombs in the rising sun
Washed away by the waves of a new order
An old
love you
My dear old Swanee!
I'd give the world to be among the folks in
D-I-X-I
Even now my mammy's waiting for me
Praying for me, down by
love you
My dear old Swanee!
I'd give the world to be among the folks in
D-I-X-I
Even now my mammy's waiting for me
Praying for me, down by
by the Swanee.
The folks up north will see me no more
When I get to that Swanee shore.
(whistling)
I miss the old folks at home.
Swanee, how I
love ya
My dear old Swanee
I'd give the world to be
Among the folks in D-I-X-I even know my
Mammy's waitin' for me prayin' for me
Down by the Swanee
love you
My dear old Swanee!
I'd give the world to be among the folks in
D-I-X-I
Even now my mammy's waiting for me
Praying for me, down by
boy 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
Swanee how I love ya, how I love ya
My dear old Swanee
I'd give the world to be
Among the folks in D-I-X-I even know my
Mammy's waitin' for
by the Swanee.
The folks up north will see me no more
When I get to that Swanee shore.
(whistling)
I miss the old folks at home.
Swanee, how I
by the Swanee.
The folks up north will see me no more
When I get to that Swanee shore.
(whistling)
I miss the old folks at home.
Swanee, how I
it ain't easy)
Ask my folks, just ask my folks
And I won't blame it on the rain
(Don't blame it on the rain)
I can make it through the pain
attacking ya
Up to 40 calibre, oncoming passenger
Scaffold through the tourist section
Stole all the traffica
See him with his clique
He used to mug, but
by the Swanee.
The folks up north will see me no more
When I get to that Swanee shore.
I miss the old folks at home.
Swanee, how I love you,
on a montain top
Bown by the deep blue sea
And there we'll do just as we please
It ain't nothing but a breeze
One day I'll be old gray Grandpa
All
for the young folks
Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah
They say yes, and you say no
They ask you why, and you close the door
My old friend, I thought you knew
love ya
My dear old Swanee
I'd give the world to be
Among the folks in D-I-X-I even know my
Mammy's waitin' for me prayin' for me
Down by the Swanee
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