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Poor Boy

David Byrne

Everything That Happens Will Happen Today

2008

the only song they know

So come and rock my soul, where sin and sorry lie
White horses carry me, unto the other side

Poor boy, I'm living in a country

(Great John on the beat by the way)

I was on tour for four months we was overseas (Greenlight Gang)
Did fifty-five shows in forty-five countries (woah)

more

So grab your fiddle and your old banjo
Play a country blues so sweet and slow
We'll sing along to the drunkard's doom
And rock all night by

since my
Childhood, and there was a
Young man playing a
Guitar he was playing a flamenco guitar
And he was surrounded by two or three girls
And boys who

the back they want me to bag that
They wanna keep shit simple by making the song bad
They wanna promote drugs put kids on the wrong track
Im making them all

There Only Was One Choice

Harry Chapin

Dance Band on the Titanic

1977

This boy is staying acoustic 

There's Seeger singing in his heart 
He hopes his songs will somehow start 
To heal the cracks that split apart

the fuckups too

My boy Austin, who's in a
Band called Slow Hollows
Is really sick with guitar he's playing
On three songs on the
Album, and the things that

the light
Kick it sideways plowin through that red clay
Cause there ain't no better way no better way better way yeah

Country boys we're gettin it done put

the gov'nor,
'Arry Harris, and Dave Murray, Adrian Smith and Bruce Dickinson, and the gov'nor Rod Smallwood, Andy
Taylor, and all the boys... Tony Wiggins, Dick

I'm making Micks fly”
Stepping on leprechauns, train my weapon on
c green beer bitch out here singing tepid songs like
“Oh Danny boy”
Get out the way

Hip Hop and Honky Tonk

Cledus T. Judd

Cledus Country

1999

on lets go

Well I was born a country boy
Raised on Haggard and Strait
She was born in da hood
She sure looks good
And she thinks rap is great
So we meet in

I spent too much time in the Matrix
I figured I'm a Smith like agent
I can stop time, switch moods and shape-shift
Locked in my mind and I can't just

I'm a fuckin worker
Let me argue over number 
2 I'm number one
Whatchu saying in that song boy
You a fucking bum
Who you targeting it to guess
You must

of duckin' one time
I told my nigga give me a price, he said love
They gon' be gone by the night like they Suge

We need a bride for this Glock 'cause we

American boys
Named Perry and Dick
Who will spin the thread of life
And who will determine the span
And who will cut the thread?
Knife in hand

Perry Smith

Peaceful evenings leaves rustlin' in the breeze
These are my country memories

And I swore I'd never be a city boy
That fast life would drive me insane

Songs are on the radio
But I'm not really listening
I'm like a boy at the rodeo
I'm just a man just house a listing

It's not a big deal to live
It's

tight rope, with my damn high hopes
Country boys don't die alone

Reading poetry under shade trees
That woman, she's my baby
I will be in Richmond by

ON THE COUNTRY RADIO

HAD A BOOK IN ONE HAND AND MY GUITAR IN THE OTHER
LEAVE THE BOY ALONE WAS THE MESSAGE FROM MY MOTHER

BLESS MY SOUL, IM A COUNTRY MUSIC LOVER

with my
Homework all by herself
Alone in a strange country i
Can't imagine how frustrating
It must have been for her to have
Worked her whole life in

Wiley
Representing, ain't got the tee on
Today but you know it’s Boy Better know
Okay!

My name's Skepta, also known as H-A-Y
'Cause if I got P’s I'm

I spent too much time in the matrix
I figured I'm a smith like agent
I can stop time, switch moods and shapeshift
Locked in my mind and I can't just

moved and we shaped the fabric of the country that swooped us away. Don't you ever think we were weak, that we were just slaves.

Be a king black man live

surviving

Yesterday's boy is gone
Driving through darkness
Searching for your forgiveness

Is sorrow a beautiful song?
Lives in the heart and sings