Lyrics:
a girl named Carrie Munks mortuary, then it goes to the cemetery She told me she loved me and it's scary Like Chuck Berry I string funky guitars Swoopin
Girl at the Station
Solblomma
- He should be here by now
- Are you sure it was here?
- He said by the tree
- Are you sure it was this evening?
(myles goodwyn)
Published by mfg sing sing music/socan - ascap
You been cheatin', and I don't know why
You've been runnin' with another guy
You
buzz
Lemme be your smoke, that old headrush
That keeps you flyin', dyin' to dance
Long after last call
Lemme be them strings on that old guitar
was so easy to see
She reached out and took me by the hand
And said just stay with me, stay with me
So I dropped my pack and I sparked up a light
and then buy you a ring
And now I'm sitting here
With a guitar and bass
Writing a song 'bout
You and my feels
Trynna' figure out your name
And where you come
a long day
Dinner by candlelight but your the main entree
And if so I do the same with other treats to give you
Trailin rose pedals from your door
The country is riddled with social ills & aches,
But my heart is calmed by her embrace,
I'm trying to tell something to the world,
- But my words
gangsta shit?
Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta pimps
O-U-T-K-A-S-T, O-N-P, G-Double O-D-I-E
So fresh, so clean, back with Stankonia, Dungeon
up my boots with my cowboy pards and hold my woman tight
Yippee yi-ay and a hey diddle diddle Ord's on the guitar Ross on the fiddle
Pull down your
a sound
Around
Just me my car and this town
Oh, I'm cruising
Yeah, I'm cruising
Watching TV, doing fine
With my wife, oh that girl is mine
And the candles
guitar to man kind
Bring that kele woman yansh
All my niggers them womanizer
Smoke my hiller , Stay my calm
Burn that speaker with my sound
The girl them
on Jambalaya
Now before I could walk, I had a guitar in my hand
By the time I could talk, I had my own band
I went on the road when I was eight years old
When I
Sitting on the grass all alone with my ole guitar-o
What do I see come my way
Pretty little missy, wish she'd stop a little while
And listen
Girl smokin' with my Muslim brother, that's the Zaza
Wishin' me, we call it exotics
Now we, now everyone is callin' my phone
Askin' me if I'm what they
away by the sexy shape and me drop asleep and wake
She captured me
Without a fight
Well baby girl
It's quite alright
They say two wrongs, don't make it
to go for backup
To do what you gotta do
So you'll be back with France CU
Traitor in your crew is mafo heat
Put the poison in your tea
And kill
to go for backup
To do what you gotta do
So you'll be back with France CU
Traitor in your crew is mafo heat
Put the poison in your tea
And kill
your pain so not worry girl just toast ‘em till you see the bottom
We won’t stop until you see the sunlight, but by then girl imma promise that you’ll
Me, I was one of them pussy boys, 'cause i hated football,
So i got a guitar.
But a guitar was a poor substitute for a football with the girls in my
up with girls that
Were smokin' the buds
Nah, passion like fruit
Weed in the back of my boot
Still back at my dudes
Can't stop with the raga-bond dues
be here if it wasn't for a few
Few cans to listen to
I might have a house by the lake, a girl to kiss me
And Sunday's church, friends who miss me
of the guitars slamming,
Just...you should know,
Sweetly walking to my locker,
Open it up to find a note,
Heres what he wrote:
'Girl,I know you want me,
If you do,
with a guitar
Making love to people I didn't even like to see
And I still sometimes think of you
As I lay here in the six at morning
And in
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