Lyrics:
sah!
Though it once had a dreadful shower of rain
We who are blessed they just can't put us under
Martyrs golden text is bondage never again
If not by
to grow, to show
The elevation of a people built is so
Jesse Jackson, Miss America a black one
No more livin for just a small fraction
I was once told by
gettin' wild
Dirty dancin' in a diesel to a deep southern sound
Saturday night I'm knee slappin' to Alan Jackson
With Coca Cola and a splash of Jack in
you gotta remember i'm a
Little hick ass kid who
Lives in Cheatam County i grew
Up on like Alan
Jackson and shit the other stuff
I had to find
For
what his calls might bring
With a cowboy like him, it could be anything
And she always expected the worst
In the back of her mind
He said, it's
the world
Only let's me know that I'm loved
By so many other motherfuckers that ain't you, and it's bugged
'Cause you keep fuckin' with us, we keep
that bad
Then I asked her if she'd heard of Alan Jackson
And she said, "Didn't he sing that song
Called 'Where Were You'?"
I said, "Yeah, but girl, that
Uh, woo, you see
I go by the name of Kan the Louis Vuitton Don
I'm with my home girl
Who need to hook me up
With some of her home girls (don't
Look like Janet Jackson
That bitch came over lookin'
More like Freddie Jackson
Nah, nah, nah, baby
Won't be no time for no action
I'm just gon' play this
Monroe's middle names, not to be
But, next, John Adams had a middle name which was Quincy
Andrew Jackson, middle-nameless
Martin Van Buren, the same
But,
niggas we penalized were angels
I'm so sick of this them or us attitude
Start of Civil War 2 get clicks and views
We record it all like this is American
thing that
Could teach me right from wrong
Used to listen to Hank Williams try
To live out all his songs
Yeah, I've been around them cowboys
I grew up in
Jackson, Grants, Benjimens
I can't sleep at night
Cause
When I close my eyes
All I see is dead faces
I'm haunted
By the root the of evil
You expect me
And just tell 'em to free Larry Hoover
Me, I'm The Voice, Baby, The Hero
Trav like Michael Jackson, yeah
Been in it a minute, it's crazy I'm winnin'
It
what his calls might bring
With a cowboy like him, it could be anything
And she always expected the worst
In the back of her mind
He said, it's
while others hate the noise
Respected by all--------- We're the WhiteTrash Cowboys
Hard riding, Corvette driving,trailer park surviving
Wer'e
Bandanas on our face from wilding out like some cowboys Hoe, we need the keys and I'm talking like, now boy! We be just another crazy clique, doing whatever
thanks to the young king hailing from Alabama
And he goes by the name of Nomrah
And he blessed us with that world premiere of "the pink moon" and uh
I must
yeah we'll blame it on the kids 'cause that is where they roam
& I never met a lover when I didn't have another one at home
We sell Alan Jackson to your
the one they called the Brute
But he didn't look like a cowboy in the continental suit
We snickered at the way he dressed but he never said a word
I heard “Friends In Low Places” when Daddy left me.
ct a Waffle House in Jackson, Mississippi.
He was my Rhinestone Cowboy
cnd he rode his Ram
stutter
when I said that I'm goin platinum...sellin rhymes
I went platinum..seven times
And still they ill they wanna see us fry
I guess because of only
attraction
Any ole dance will do
We like all the Jacksons
Janet, Michael, Tito, Stonewall, Jessie, Reggie, Alan too
Its hip hop and honky tonk
We can bust
your seat at?
Where your plate, where your lobster, where your sea bass?
We ain't never left, acting like we back
You should see us now taking pictures
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