Lyrics:
of the curve of
Her body was flawless
From pretty white teeth to
Her shiny blond hair one day
As she stood by the road leading westward
In blue jeans and t-shirt
days, time really moves fast fast fast fast saying goodbye to my old days, farewell to my old days…saying good bye to my old days
Took many pills to kill
it again
Beat the pussy up so good
She telling all her friends
Dick so good, she told me she Wanna slide again
Smack the fuck up outta stupid Hoe like
Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight,
I'll come to thee by moonlight,
Dusty old farmer out working your fields
Hanging down over your tractor wheels
The sun beatin' down turns the red pain to orange
And rusty old
wealth, and even with good words
But if you turn away, then I fear for you the torment of a great day
To Allah is your return, and He is able to do all
My old man was a good old man
Skilled in the moulding trade
In the stinking heat of the iron foundry
My old man was made
Down on his knees in
Ridin' with my brother's in an F-150
Sorry if I'm off I'm really fuckin' tipsy
Four by four with some big ole' titties
Kenwood's bumping and I'm
coming back for you one day
You can see it from afar, we were riding that wave
Blinded by the lights, and it's something I crave
We didn't want
Remember those days when I was young
Playing on grandpa's tractor in the sun
Wishing it would never end
Building hay forts in the heat of the barn
Dusty old farmer out working your fields
Hanging down over your tractor wheels
The sun beatin' down turns the red paint to orange
And rusty old
in the good ol' days
We'll have a big hand shakin'
An' sit and talk together
Sit down by the river Jordan and sing our blues away
Oh you talk
to stay
The actress gave up all her old dreams
And traded up now she is a queen
Royal families don't have time for that shit
Your crystal ball, you
Like my old white man
And all his old white friends
Judged by my old white skin
One day I'll be an old white man
With old white money in the bank
This is where the young folks are born
And the old people die
We're just tryin to get by
Tell em meet me at the crossroads
If your the good
Hey yo, what up man, how you doing, bro!
Yeah- I'm good man I need to delete this bitch… yeah
She getting my nerves… yeah
I will just telling what
looking for a good time old time, it's a good time here tonight
Over by the bar that's Uncle Pen,
You know he'll scratch and moan all day
But Let him fill
times
i miss the past couple years
i miss the good old days
time goes by so fast
i wish i could change the past
im in a never-ending maze
i miss
times
i miss the past couple years
i miss the good old days
time goes by so fast
i wish i could change the past
im in a never-ending maze
i miss
that great?
It's real good, that
Real good
Listen to that, Mal
Oh look out! It's-
She came in through the bathroom window
Protected by a silver
Found my love by the gaswork croft
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
Kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town, dirty old town
I heard
I miss the good old days
I miss the good old days
When you could joke about anything
Dinosaurs walking down the street
They would say roar roar roar
a good-timin', blue-collar, son-of-a-gun
I like monster trucks, tractor pulls, country fairs,
Huntin' and fishin' and ice cold beer.
That's the way I'm gonna be
didn't I?
I got pretty damn good didn't I?, got through my first day without him, right?
I learned how to drive I learned how to shave
I learned how
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