Lyrics:
Uptown got its hustlers
The Bowery got its bums
42nd Street got big Jim Walker
He a pool-shootin' son of a gun
Yeah, he big and dumb as a man can
Uptown got its hustlers
The Bowery got its bums
42nd Street got big Jim Walker
He a pool-shootin' son of a gun
Yeah, he big and dumb as a man can
Tennessee, the place that I wanna be/ No other I care to see, hey/ Take me back to Tennessee
Alabama, there I know where I am/ There I know where I
my hand and four by fours kicking' up the sand
Rednecks, hippies, hillbillies and hicks
We're all hanging out here in the sticks
In Alabama the lower
We are amazed but not amused
By all the things you say that you'll do
Though much concerned but not involved
With decisions that are made by you
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Nagrywam te EP ę i numer
Po co masz szperać z sekretów odzierać
By w końcu powiedzieć
Nie lubię
Daję ci powód na tacy
Refren jest dicho
Teksty są
on a dime
That faraway shore's
Getting very near!
We haven't a thing to fear-
We haven't got time!
Bum-bum-bu-bum-bum bum-bum
La-da-da-da-da da-dum
Hey!! Come on now, everyone sit down and shut up a minute.
Give me a chance to talk, it's my turn.
Uptown got it's hustlers
Bowery got it's bums
Mount Cheaha is my Everest
And the Coosa is my Nile
Alabama's where I was born and raised
And I think I'll stay awhile
Sing about sweet home
Way back in Alabama where the dirt roads cut through the woods
And when it rains you can smell the steam off the grass
Even dew on the hood of my
Leaves for Alabam' i'll be right there
I've got my fare
When I see that rusty haired conductor man
I'll grab him by the collar and I'll holler
"Alabam'!
warty
Bóg Bóg Bóg przy kim stoję wiem nigdy www fajny ksiądz pl
Bum bum bum walczę ze złem taka bomba wiesz z parafii eh
Głupie pytanie o rapy zza
Uh
Uh, Yeah
Honey, I can tell by the wanderin look in your eye
You're just a little boy with about a thousand lies
And the girl you say is always
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Może ten napis ujrzałby ktoś godny
Może sam premier z samym prezydentem
Zanim by pokrył go czerwony dywan
Czas by swój może ktoś
Oh
Yeah, yeah
I know you're a bum and no that ain't fine
Yeah, yeah
I know you're a bum and no that ain't fine
I don't need you like that, not in my
We are amazed but not amused
By all the things you say that you'll do
Though much concerned but not involved
With decisions that are made by you
no amateur
Bom bom bom
Bum bum bum
Ain't shit sweet
I Ain't impressed by no gold
I just wanna see us shine
I'm the baddest queen you know
The only
the jasmine and magnolia
Sleepy sweet home Alabama
Roll tide roll
Muddy water Mississippi
Blessed Graceland whispers to me
Carry on, carry on
Sweet
it in the 'burbs
Me? I'm from the slums, niggas who pushing tons
Tons of drugs, Foul flow dirty mouth like kissing bums
Momma done made her one,
remember we took the bus to Kansas City
And then we took the train to Teennessee
And we flew by air to Alabama
yo yo yo Just you and me
You left me one
summertime in southern michigan
splashing through the sand bar
talking by the camp fire
its the simple things in life like when and where
we didnt have no
bums
42nd Street got Big Jim Walker
He's a pool-shootin' son of a gun
Yea, he big and dumb as a man can come
But he stronger than a country hoss
Forest Heights where I'm from
You give krag weg if you run
Heard that bum bum bum bum
Not the klopse with the drums
Heard they stiek ouens for fun
We are amazed but not amused
By all the things you say that you'll do
Though much concerned but not involved
With decisions that are made by you
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