Lyrics:
a change in the weather.
Two bright sidelight's winkin' and blinkin',
Ain't no finer rig I'm a-thinkin'
You can keep your rig if you're thinkin' 'at I'd
up beside me pulled down a brand new diesel rig
Both stacks of blowin' black coal
And as she pulled around and back in front of me
A big ole lump came
the time of day
From The Atchison, Topeka And The Santa Fe
Here she comes
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hey, Jim you'd better get the rig
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
the weather.
Two bright sidelight's winkin' and blinkin',
Ain't no finer rig I'm a-thinkin'
You can keep your rig if you're thinkin' 'at I'd care to swap
Fer
is steeds met lig en lof omring
Trooster, ons eer U
Ons loof U, ons aanbid U
Heil'ge Gees ons is met U gedoop
U wat rig en lei (U wat rig en lei)
Kom laat ons gaan na Jerusalem?
Smag jou siel na die Here?
Lê jou lewe oop voor Hom?
Ek rig my oë na die berge
Maar my hulp kom van die Here
Elke keer
at du vokser dag for dag
En skønne dag der stikker du af
Ud til balladen og kvinderne
Mens jeg sidder her med minderne
Skidt med om du bli'r rig
Bar' du
'em to you
I got hoes in the hangout who lovin' the kid
I got P's in containers that come on the rig
I got Glocks that is focused on binary triggers
read "Dear John"
I knew this day would come
I'm drinking every drop until the aching will stop,
Until you pull that rig out of your arm
A wise man
to the test,
Cause a woman's gotta make a man do what he does best.
Perpetual motion love machine
The sweetest rig that you ever seen
All systems go and every
the time of day
From The Atchison, Topeka And The Santa Fe
Here she comes
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hey, Jim you'd better get the rig
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
the time of day
From The Atchison, Topeka And The Santa Fe
Here she comes
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hey, Jim you'd better get the rig
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Candle dimming light
Did I cry all night
Can there still be normal seas
When the rig's not right
Candle killing sun
When will you be done
I
the time of day
From The Atchison, Topeka And The Santa Fe
Here she comes
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hey, Jim you'd better get the rig
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
the time of day
From The Atchison, Topeka And The Santa Fe
Here she comes
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hey, Jim you'd better get the rig
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
playin' hard at havin' fun
Yeah, my big rig's down
And I'm losing money now
But tonight you won't hear me complain
Gonna have a large time, feels good
If the engine gets too hot or the gas gets low I just change the radio station
I gotta get this rig to Virginia, sixty-five is just too slow
I've got
outta control
If I hit da' woah i might hop in dat' pussy
Bitch I been ballin' no I'm not a rookie
I finesse the game I learned how to rig it
How you gon'
min' drenge de er "shh", ikk' noget alibi, før vi al' er rig'
Det' ikk' noget nyt, ikk' noget nyt, nej-nej-nej
Det' vi vant til, jaer, det' vi vant til
Here's to the corn field farmer
Oil rig rough necks too
Nurses on the night shift
Drummer on a drum kit
Ain't it red white and blue
Doing their
we need to get on first
D, I like to smoke papers
Henny shots no chasers
Occasional dabber, wax or shatter
Don't matter the flavor
The rig's set, low
rig
Som om de penge de gjorde en forskel
Se på os nu
Startede på bunden men vi synker stadig
Lidt mere endnu
Al' de år dedikeret til cellen
Mørk'
the time of day
From The Atchison, Topeka And The Santa Fe
Here she comes
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hey, Jim you'd better get the rig
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
height
We can teach your type how to hit that rig
How to get that right now we hit that big
Now we take that flight
Flower man and we bake all night
Wax
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