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Bush," not Macon Fuck waist-deep, I'm in over my head But it's cool, I'ma make it, I'm good like Meagan Your girl wants me to come 'round her like
I wonder what's the trouble, great big troubles at my door I wonder what's the trouble, great big troubles at my door Yes I'm goin' up to Macon
(huh? What's up?) West side Macon, Georgia, yeah, I ran that bitch Niggas see me still standin', they can't stand that shit, hah (yeah) I said I talk
ridin' thumb Left his home down in Macon, Georgia Left the shade of an old oak tree, tree Got his dreams in his left front pocket Got his eyes
Listen, people, listen I`m gonna sing you a song About a man who lived good But didn't live too long He was born in Macon, Georgia A poor boy
nigga you ain't really with the shit You ain't never sold no coke and you ain't never hit a lick You drove all the way from Macon thought he came to buy
gardienne de prison, chanteuse d'orchestre et franc-maçon Une strip-teaseuse, à temps perdu, emmerdeuse comme on en fait plus Femme conducteur d'autobus,
WELL HER LOVE WAS A HABIT AND I TRIED TO KICK IT SO I WENT DOWNTOWN AND BOUGHT A ONE-WAY TICKET AND I RODE THAT GREYHOUND DOWN TO MACON THEN I
ridin' thumb. Left his home down in Macon, Georgia. Left the shade of an old oak tree. Got his dreams in his left front pocket. Got his eye squinted
I have never loved a lady Never touched no silken knee Macon baby, you drove me crazy You were so easy to me Lay me down in Georgia pine cones
l'appareil, bientôt riche Quand Mwaka Moon aura fait mouche Allô la Terre, ici, y'a pas d'eau Chelou comme un son de franc-maçon Qui sont-ils vraiment, I
Hmm-hmm-hmm talk to me Ohio hmm-hmm-hmm tell me where she's gone Talk to me Ohio can't you hear my song A Greyhound bus in Macon took her to Atlanta The Silver
down. Wish I was back in Macon takin' it easy 'Cause when a man's gonna eat fried chicken he's a-gonna get a-greasy. Omaha honey had a hold on a hell
gardienne de prison, chanteuse d'orchestre et franc-maçon Une strip-teaseuse, à temps perdu, emmerdeuse comme on en fait plus Femme conducteur d'autobus,
She was a flower for the takin', her beauty cut just like a knife He was a banker from Macon, he swore he'd love her all a his life He bought her
Okela Mayamba Mama ya bana na ngai Abota Brian na Ana bana na ngai bebê oh yeah Nakomi esclave d’amour liboso na yo bébé Ba maçon ba tonga ba ndako ya
un' blouse de maçon, Mais j'étais gai comm' un pinson Comm' un pinson rempli d'audac' J'avais ach'té pour fair' nouveau Un joli masque de fortune Qui
with Baby If you know what I know I get behind her and she shake it That's my baby Got this bitch that's from Atlanta But I met her out in Macon Walkin'
mauvais garçon pour satisfaire tout mes démons Je suis ce mauvais maçon qui te bâtira des murs en carton Rudes épreuves sur ma route je klaxonne Mes erreurs
Tennessee I never washed dishes in Macon, Georgia I wasn't half as good and I wasn't half as pretty as you But I still got the feelings - embedded in my
Headin' south on the Macon trail Kickin' dust inside some county jail Her mama said "Hey Jackie you be good" 'Cause she knew that she would be
like me. I can wash dishes down in Macon, Georgia And help a blind eye to see. I'm gonna sing a little song of love for you one more time, (Tutti
I shot a man in Macon over a poker game I killed another in Atlanta just to build my fame Well, know I hear them hammers, they're pounding out my
heard that into every life A little of it must fall If there's any truth to the saying, Lord, let it be a southern rain Marie was born in Macon
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