Lyrics:
Kaw-liga was a wooden Indian standing by the door.
He fell in love with an Indian maiden over in the antique store.
Kaw-liga just stood there
I know my ni**as gon' ride
If not got Nina by my side
I no them niggas ain't live
Rolling we're smoking pine
Oh green yeh damn
Now Im posted in
my baby ok/ ha verby ry nie, stop!/ kla by my sy kry nie tot/ ha bydie hysie, fok!
Chorus 1
Lets all go in/ its not too expensive/ we can bargain with
In life that I still rule
The ruler is the inch
Or the meter or the line
Or whatever country that I'm in
That is looking by
There is centimeters
the land but the mud in our hands
Is not gonna stand another mouth to feed
I have never been so far from home
As the last pale pine on the horizon
Give me
the sum rise
Got em' lookin' at me like the sun
And they blind
All my windows tinted
Back in front, and the Wood Pine
I told you, keep it real
I make
Mama taught us how to sing in harmony
Grandma used to stomp her foot
And slap her knee
I can still hear daddy singin'
Down by the old mill stream
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun never shines
And you shiver when the cold wind blows
Little girl, little girl what have I done
That made
Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian standin' by the door
He fell in love with an Indian maiden over in the antique store
Kaw-Liga just stood there and never
It's breathin' time
In Christmas Valley
herons fly by night
and crash into the pines
and when we're gone
from Christmas Valley
no one will remember
While the trees sing the chorus hallelujah by and by
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
There's a grave in the garden where he pines for his love
He will rise with
the pickup truck and hit that county line...
I spend a lot of damn time,
Out in them pines, with my fishing pole, and my four wheel drive
I'm trying to find
Heaven knows that I can't save ya
But I'd love to be the wind that helps you fly
And I, I've walked forever
By every mountain, every white birch and pine
It's breathin' time
In Christmas Valley
Herons fly by night
And crash into the pines
And when we're gone
From Christmas Valley
No one will
Ya
Shine, all in my ice
My vip, just stay with no invites
Smirnoff by the pint
Roll my tree ya it’s pine
After party be so lit you should come with me
Surrounded by fields and pine trees
A pretty little thing right next me
Oh out in the country is where I like to be
Skip the movies and the city life
They can
boots out
So that mom and dad can push all the kids oh down the hill
In the meantime while frosty being built
Smell of pine trees spread wide neon blue
Mama taught us how to sing in harmony
Grandma used to stomp her foot and slap her knee
I can still hear daddy singin'
Down by the old mill stream
Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian standing by the door
He fell in love with an Indian maid over in the antique store
Kaw-Liga just stood there and never
Kaw-Liga was a wooden indian standing by the door
He fell in love with an indian maid over in the antique store
Kaw-Liga just stood there
Kaw-Liga was a wooden indian standing by the door
He fell in love with an indian maid over in the antique store
Kaw-Liga just stood there
Kaw-liga was a wooden Indian standing by the door.
He fell in love with an Indian maiden over in the antique store.
Kaw-liga just stood there
Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian standin' by the door
He fell in love with an Indian maid over in the antique store
Kaw-Liga just stood there and never
married the Glock, she say that she love me she lie
I just put dick in her spine, smoking on trees like a motherfuckin' pine
Turn me a nickel
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