Lyrics:
I'm your native son,
I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans,
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.
Dealin' card games with
of lead
A hundred and ten half a mile aheadv The Cadillac lookin' like it's sittin' still
And I caught Mabellene at the top of the hill
Maybellene
Why can't
of lead
A hundred and ten half a mile aheadv The Cadillac lookin' like it's sittin' still
And I caught Mabellene at the top of the hill
Maybellene
Why can't
of lead
A hundred and ten half a mile aheadv The Cadillac lookin' like it's sittin' still
And I caught Mabellene at the top of the hill
Maybellene
Why can't
for mine, that's just how it go
I'm about to teach you something that you probably didnt know
Where I'm from, where I'm at you just gotta live by
be traded
For what's set in stone, ain't gotta be anxious
Five hundred million, ain't gotta be famous
Walk in my shoes, you come out to be painless
I loitered my head
Going a hundred miles south at a hundred mile an hour
But a branch and me, become debris
But it's onto the next re-life
Oh Lord,
Just gotta hope that by tomorrow I still have a lover
I feel like I'm five again
I cry and thoughts in my mind go five hundred miles per hour again
the daylight give way to the moon
Holed up in your escape now watch the evils you know get immune
I'm five hundred miles past and the sun beats down like noon
ninety-five
Bumper to bumper, rollin' side by side
Maybellene
Why can't you be true
Oh Maybellene, why can't you be true
You've started back doin'
like this one."
"It took me many miles." I could tell by his smile
this would bore beyond all hope
One black car was like the other. I was hoping for my
along on tour
Just to have a good time
Or paying Calamity Jane five-thousand
Dollars to be heckled
By twenty thousand macho boys in Argentina
Or asking my
Welcome to yet another song by the guy
With the relaxed flow and unnamable style
An immovable object yet i move myself miles
With my sick beat
without making a sound at one hundred miles per hour,
except for maybe a hiss but that's it,
the buck 65 covers more ground than forests,
the only
the foot to the pedal
And knee short stiletto's, the chick is still ghetto
Hold the bitch down, but not on her
I'm rissen, mind driven like hundred mile
to the pedal
And knee short Staletto's, the chick is still ghetto
Hold the bitch down, but not on her
I'm rissen, mind driven like hundred mile commissions
How
Yeah! That's the beat right there.
I'm about to black out with 100 bars on some professional shit.
So don't try this at home yo.
Yo yo yo
THE BOMBS
FALL OFF
FEEL THE FIRE
IN YA TEMPLE
LIKE A MOZELTOF
UNDER FIRE
RETURN FIRE
HOW WE
RESPOND TO CALLS
FOR INCOMING
100 MILES PLUS
WE BEEN
to be a stat
And that dollar became a stack
I found the needle in it
Hay
Life comes at fast at least a mile minute
And
I done ran a hundred of em
I’m
down
When your feeling like a zero again
When your feeling like a zero again
Three hundred sixty-five day pass right before our eyes
Yet things seem
of lead
A hundred and ten half a mile aheadv The Cadillac lookin' like it's sittin' still
And I caught Mabellene at the top of the hill
Maybellene
Why can't
would be all right
Where were you when they gave a warning
Hundred-fifty mile winds by morning
Category four making landfall in the wild gray light
Where
chest cost a hunnid racks
Tonight she goan turn her up she say all the way to the max
Over a hundred miles on da dash she doan care if she crash
She went
ninety-five
Bumper to bumper, rollin' side by side
Maybellene
Why can't you be true
Oh Maybellene, why can't you be true
You've started back doin'
Discuss these five hundred miles by kingston trio Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In