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to it
We don't hold grudges, they just
Shootin' 'cause I told 'em, "Do it"
Say the wrong name and now he
Goin' on a killin' spree
Get it playin' cutthroat

me?
(Put me in that motherfucka)
Yeah that type of shit
You know what time it is
Maybe it's the thug in me

By age thirteen I was buckwild
Good at my

wakes me, in the sea breeze)
If nothing changes, I don't get better, and you don't see me anymore
(And it hurts, and it wakes me, and it cuts me)
'Cause

spilled it on my shirt
Baby come and get it off me

Fantasizing about the one that God might send me
He has the final say when my life Is on empty
I don't

you're doing fine
Flickering on my mind
Somedays I'm missing something real, good and really true
Like the nights you sang me Johnny Cash's blues
Words

up, I'm the young Johnny Cash, money
Make gas, motherfucker, that's gas money (ayy, woo, ayy)

I think I'm Jack-in-the-Box 'cause I stay up in them

Hear it in the songs
Angry men don't write the rules
And guns don't right the wrongs

Hurts a while
But soon the country's
Back where it belongs

And I count the years gone by
Bye Bye, Bye Bye
It's not love anymore.

It's not love anymore
And I wonder if it ever was
Maybe you can't tell

Johnny Cash

Jason Aldean

Relentless

2007

three miles from home"
I said, "Sugar, why don't you put on that sun dress I like so much?
Wait out by the road, I'm comin' to pick you up"

(Whoa)

the Pontiac
Whoa
Blastin' out to Johnny Cash
Headin' for the highway
Baby, we ain't ever comin' (back)

It's four hundred and sixty-seven miles

I need a milly, times it by five
Actually ten
We on a streak, letter and Johnny
We at it again
Run it back, run it back, run it back
I need a queen,

I got too many hoes callin' me
You know I'm sayin'? Real street shit, man
I don't even fuck with niggas, you know
On some street shit, you feel me?
I

of bitches
Think they could've made it this far

You can forget it
They don't make them like this anymore
They ain't built out of this shit
They're lucky

Georgia with it
Last verse, did you get it? Nah
Never mind, just throw that cash in a duffle
As I'm on my Hollywood shuffle
Eatin' your dollar truffles,

in my zone in, zone in, zone in

Don't hop up in the pit, if you don't wanna die
It's that Limp Bizkit shit, back at Woodstock 99
And that Johnny Cash

Episode 8: Back Blockz

Method Man

Meth Lab II: The Lithium

2018

by my damn self
By my damn self, upped it by my damn self
I remember I was goin' hard by my damn self
My damn self, I did it by my damn self
I

blast and you know
That you really should run
(Yeah yeah yeah)
I don't know what to do anymore
I keep on getting played by these whores
I wish my heart

If That Ain't Country

David Allan Coe

Best of the Best

1995

the pope
If that ain't country, it's a damn good joke
I've been on the Grand Ole Opry and I know Johnny Cash, mmm
And if he ain't country, I'll kiss your

I don't know how it came to this
And I don't know where it ends
Just when I thought I was all alone
It seems that I have made some undesirable

I don't love these hoes, Nah
That's just how it goes, Yea
My mama taught me better, Better
Big sister let me know, let me know
We don't these love

MTV and that's the point
But the point isn't what you think it's going to be
Which is, "Oh! They don't show videos on MTV anymore"
Even though that's

Hey, don't trip
Hey, don't quit
Hey, don't slip
Hey, yah trick
I'm sick of just getting by
I'm sick of playing the bad guy
I'm sick of just getting

be worth it
Oh and I slept with someone again, I know you don't deserve it
And I'm sorry about that, but you weren't around and I needed somebody like

Please Don't Pass Me by (A Disgrace)

Leonard Cohen

Live Songs

1973

a streetlight,
I could read it, it said "Please don't pass me by - I am blind, but you can
see - I've been blinded totally - Please don't pass me by." I was