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that a shame Bill Bailey won't you please come home. Bill drove by that door In an automobile, A great big diamond, coach and footman Hear that
full of old black men And the graveyards of rusted automobiles [Chorus] Good mornin' America, how are you? Don't you know me? I'm your native son!
For many though, this birthplace Of the automobile and organized labor Was seen as a promised land For twenty-five years Sudden Blacks migrated
Power would tell the whole hood if i could I'mma let you gangsters know how I feel I want planes, trains, and automobiles I want a sky blue Cadillac,
on a hill, She rustled and tustled like buffalo bill, One day she decided she'd go for a ride, With a pistol and a sword by her side. She rolled right up
Where I come from isn't all that great My automobile isn't all that great My fashion sense is a little whack Got nothing in my pocket I didn't
end Motherfuckin' black radio is being disowned Not by the other race, but its own A lot of bullshit records make hits Because of who you know,
day I'd watch them beauties roll by And sometimes I'd hang my head and cry 'Cause I always wanted me one that was long and black. One day I
automobiles to hotels on wheels I got money for a room it's just the fact that I'm trill Bitches love when I cruise up the boulevard They have contests
to get ass I turn automobiles to hotels on wheels I got money for a room it's just the fact that I'm trill Bitches love when I cruise up the boulevard
names Freight yards full of old black men And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles Good morning, America How are you? Don't you know me? I'm
no names And freight yards full of old black men And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles Good morning America, how are you? Said, "Don't you
happened one day While I was driving to my home I just happened to have my car radio on When I heard the jockey raving about A brand new smash By a kid
full of old black men And the graveyards of rusted automobiles [Chorus] Good mornin' America, how are you? Don't you know me? I'm your native son!
a cockpit) I fly by the seat of my pants (Seat of my pants) Sinful thoughts, this beat is crazy, this shit's retarded This Instru's mental, too many bars,
not going anywhere". A funny thing about a couple when a couple of years've gone by. You don't talk; you think you know each other so well you don't
no name And freight yards full of old black men And the grave-yards of the rusted automobiles Good-Morning America, how are you? Say don't you
towns that have no name And freight yards full of old black men And the graveyards of rusted automobiles Singin', "Good morning America, how are ya?"
towns that have no name And freight yards full of old black men And the graveyards of rusted automobiles Singin', "Good morning America, how are ya?"
have no names And freight yards full of old black men And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles Good morning, America How are you? Say don't
have no names And freight yards full of old black men And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles Good morning, America How are you? Say don't
names, Freight yards full of old black men And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles. Good morning America how are you? Don't you know me I'm your
the love we had? Does a day go by like a memory? Do you ever try to remember me In an automobile or a crowded bar? Well, I hope you're alright where
names And freight yards full of old black men And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles Good morning, America How are you? Say don't you know me? I'm
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