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Ride 'Em Jewboy

Kinky Friedman

Live from Down Under

2003

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Ride, ride 'em Jewboy
Ride 'em all around the old corral
I'm, I'm with you boy 
If I've got

Somewhere Only We Know

Keane

Hopes and Fears

2004

I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river, and it made me

A handshake like before
Country ain't country no more
No, country ain't country no more

The back forty was sold to
Make up for hard times
Then sold by the half

by your soul
And hopefully we can grow old
Just sittin' together and lookin' at pictures
And walkin' down memory road, uh

I don't want no diamond

to empty the nines out
D batteries for the radio to blasties
Hit's by the oldies, eating macaroni
Ladies playing cards, yo the fellas play dice
Horse whip

you wanna cry
Just know that I'll be by your side
And when you wanna hide
I'll give you wings so you can fly, oh

Diamond eyes (diamond eyes)

Something's changed in the whether
There's a movement on the ground
Something's slipped from the finger
May never again be found

Standing lost by

Okay uh look if you wanna just keep doing the same old thing
Maybe this idea is not for you
I for one am not going to compromise my artistic

I can't say I ain't been around
That I ain't done my time
Seems like this big old world
Has been one big shoe to shine

But I never ever took a dime

I would be you
You would be me
We would be one
We would just fine

The ice caps wouldn't melting
and neither would I
I would just drive my big old

nowhere to go ('cause I be running at ya)
?????
Surrounded by these colors
I see crimson, black and blue
Locking open doors again
I'm still afraid of you

kids, word
Jeff on the wheels, and me on the m-i-c
A better combination there could never be
So let's go back, for old time's sake
Yo Jeff! (what) Pump up

Days stealing days leave me lonely,
Walking backwards through the night.
Photos of you and i and old times.
But black and white pictures don't show

metal?"
Christ almighty! She's over by the kettle!

(Wee-Splat!) Drop of spunk's landed by the cooker
Threw my jacket down and covered up the fucker

can swim in,
a good spot to kick it, a case full of 40s, 
them homies always havin good stories,
the beer bottles with the twist off caps,
when old

Eating that Twinkie like a big old witch
With a look in your eyes like
you want some fried fish
She like to hit at the buffet spot
She will eat anything

Small world

Children seem to have no choice
The children have got no voice
They're merely living to grow old
Letting their days unfold
And it's time

technicolor
Fear by name, love by numbers
Street lamp amber, wanderlust
Powder in a blunderbuss

She looks as if she's blowing a kiss at me
And suddenly the sky

heat
Word on the street Soulo done done it again
Look at me
I used to match a dub sack with my friends
Now we smokin' by the O
Like the letters P and N

stresser, Street the aggressor
I apply pressure, until your lungs explode
Over choke flows, rap, over load
I live by the code style that's mad PLO
Shaolin

bobby
From 3 day old chili to saki with wosabi
I'm home hey i'm home
You never met a motherfucker quite like me
Not like me, dida dada like me, hey like

I'm a cold assed nigga that
Keep shit plenty hot
My bubble goose is stocked with double truth
For you old-assed gangsters and
You troubled youth knowin

Look here see
Pretty Mike shanked Two-Face Al over some gal
Found the body dead in the isles
Death by strangulation, microphone cord
A dirty broad

back
To health by an old
Pearl diver named Chiyoko, so
To repay her kindness
Noodle took a job as her apprentice

She was a natural
(having shared a tour