Lyrics:
someone to trust.
Someone who's impressed by a couple of outlaws.
Who's gold plated trophies have turned into rust.
Now we're damned near broke, and we
who's impressed by a couple of outlaws
Who's gold plated trophies have turned into rust
Now we're damned near broke and we keep buyin' whiskey
Do you
Traditional, arranged
By Arlo Guthrie
Come all you old time cowboys
And listen to my song
Please do not grow weary
I'll not detain you long
outlaw women down on
Our side of the barbed wire
Money grows in rows
And if it don't you've gone broke
So We hang out by the bonfire
Just the good ole
By flying planes across the sea
Embarking on your odyssey
You put away the danger
Heaven bless the one who flies
A pioneer on frontier skies
perfect every gat
Never stepping back cause all I see is drama
Vietnam did you see I'm calmer
Cause I know the outcome when the Outlaws play
Knightmares
and take my breath away
If you wanna kill
Kill these lights let's set this room to flame
If you're gonna hang
Hang your hat by the back door on the wall
If
Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted
As you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented
What's the haps, baby? (What's up?)
Come get
bitch where is your heart
You mark
Watch niggas fall when I call they name
We outlaws hold your head niggas all the same
Except some who want more out
understandably shaken up by this release
The question everybody wants to know is:
Why'd they get this nigga started? 2Pac, rather Makaveli
Was not available for
Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted
As you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented
What's the haps, baby? (What's up?)
Come get
other New York rappers
Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherf***ers
are understandably shaken up by
tail 'cause I'm in demand
One lonely Beastie I be
All by myself without nobody
The sun is beating down on my baseball hat
The air is gettin' hot
government
Bang, bang goes the broken glass and
Kill all the fags that don't agree
Trials by fire, setting fire
Is not a way that's meant for me
Just
government
Bang, bang goes the broken glass and
Kill all the fags that don't agree
Trials by fire, setting fire
Is not a way that's meant for me
Just
tail 'cause I'm in demand
One lonely Beastie I be
All by myself without nobody
The sun is beating down on my baseball hat
The air is gettin' hot
the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
Said she'll dance the tango, skip
government
Bang-bang goes the broken glass and
Kill all the fags that don't agree
Trials by fire, setting fire
Is not a way that's meant for me
Just
was here right now Bocephus
Would he think that we were right do you think he might
Don't you know he would Watasha be right by our side
If we left
O.K. Corral, O.K. Corral
There the outlaw band make their final stand
O.K. Corral
Oh, my dearest one, must I lay down my gun
Or take the chance
headed for the top by the rhymes I pop
For every race place color country county or creed
And all of the places that I emceed
Be-boy badness to the highest
by myself, see
Ladies in stones, Baby Capones, livin' wealthy
Pictures of my birth on this earth is what I'm dreamin'
Seein' Daddy's semen, full
the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
Said she'll dance the tango, skip
land to the big corporations
What you gonna do when they get it all
He's been rolled for sure treated like a outlaw
Turned down sold out, put out
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