Lyrics:
know I can't be free
My heart will yearn till I return
Missouri's callin' me
In memory I still can see that oak tree on the lawn
And hear again
poison oak, no
There's a drought at the fountain of youth
And I'm dehydrated
My tongue is swelling up
I say "One, two, one, two, three, four"
hoes actin like they seen a king
With that mean lean, smokin' on that finest Cali green
My woodgrain oak, I'm ridin' on Vogues
My cylinder quiet, like
In South Carolina there are many tall pines
I remember the oak tree that we used to climb
But now when I'm lonesome, I always pretend
That I'm
a picture of a tall oak tree by my side
Clergymen in uniform and young girls pullin' muscles
Everyone was there but nobody tried to hide
Newspapermen
Who will love a little sparrow?
Who's traveled far and cries for rest?
"Not I," said the oak tree
"I won't share my branches
With no sparrow's
Don't ask forever
Love me now
This love of mine
Had no beginning
It has no end
I was an oak
Now I'm a willow
Now I can bend
And tho' I'll never
have died
Rope marks on the oak tree are now petrified
At night when the moon shines so far away
It gets mighty lonesome lookin' down on their
Whiskey bottles, and brand new cars
Oak tree you're in my way
There's too much coke and too much smoke
Look what's going on inside you
Ooooh
poison oak, no
There's a drought at the fountain of youth
And I'm dehydrated
My tongue is swelling up
I say, "One, two, one, two, three, four"
do-duluddle, luddle, dau dau
do-duluddle, luddle, dau, dau
Ahhh!!
The woman from the Plateaus of Persia
Came to sell me a wonderous thing
In a horn of oak
here today
I am many miles away
From the place I rode my pony through the draw
Where the oak and blackjack trees
Kiss the playful prairie breeze
swallow, every chick-a-dee
Every little bird in the tall oak tree
The wise old owl, the big black crow
Flappin' their wings singing go bird go
Rockin'
Up a lazy river by the old mill stream
That lazy, hazy river where we both can dream
Linger in the shade of an old oak tree
Throw away your
with the steeple
Down by the village Green
'Twas there I met a girl called Daisy
And kissed her by the old oak tree
Although I loved my Daisy, I
on time."
Then he turned around and said to his black, greasy fireman,
"Shovel on a little more coal.
And when we reach that White Oak mountain,
"Watch
oak tree.
That's old fashioned.
That's the way love should be.
We enjoy sitting side by side
In the booth at the ice cream parlor
Where we play
and sleeper trains
To the dogs and down the drains
Major roads and ladies smalls
Hearts of oak and long trunk calls
Continental interference
At death's door
a white oak tree
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry (ah-uh-eye)
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die
to someone.
Picture of me when I was just three,
Sucking my thumb by the old oak tree.
Oh how I love things as they used to be,
Don't show me no more,
hangin'
From a big oak tree.
Down from Mississippi
Down to New Orleans.
Hey hey hey hey ya
Hey hey ya ya
Well let's go everybody
Take a trip with
here today
Many miles I am away
From the place I rode my pony through the draw
Where the Oak and Blackjack trees
Kiss the playful prairie breeze
In
all goes south
With the live oak trees and the sweet magnolias
When it all goes south
Eatin' moon pies , drinking RC colas
When it all goes south
In South Carolina there are many tall pines
I remember the oak tree that we used to climb
But now when I'm lonesome, I always pretend
That I'm
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