Lyrics:
had some trouble with my sweetheart's pa one of his
brothers was a bad outlaw
I send her a letter by my Uncle Fudd and I rode away on the Tennessee
I had some trouble with my sweetheart's pa one of his brothers was a bad outlaw
I send her a letter by my Uncle Fudd and I rode away on the Tennessee
Ernest Tubb or George D Hay Wes Rose and here's to Hank
I used to sit around at night with my old beat up guitar
And I'd wonder how it felt to be a country
baller like the Rucker
Skip to my Lou if you lookin' for a couple
Roosters in the duffle
Keep the hood screaming, "Cock-a doodle doo
" fuckers
Coke by
on the Tennessee Stud
I had a little trouble with my sweetheart's pa
And one of her brothers was a bad outlaw
I sent her a letter by my Uncle Fudd
Then I rode away
the tracks not falling as I planned
A lonely mug for one listening to Ernest Tubb
Sing Tomorrow Never Comes, lo-fi but clear
I’m still here
I always feel alive
me
On the phone staying all night to three
(Up to three)
Heart broken by her ex she drinking gin
You not alone
Baby call my phone
Imma be with you all
as peaceful as a baby's sigh
In my Tennessee mountain home
Crickets sing in the fields near by
Walkin' home from church on Sunday with the one ya' love
as peaceful as a baby's sigh
In my Tennessee mountain home
Crickets sing in the fields near by
Walkin' home from church on Sunday with the one ya' love
Yeah Tubbs got the shop and I
Buy my donks in a cut (You know it)
I need a '68 Cadillac like
A photo or something (Aw yeah)
Black and white then run
Tennessee whiskey
Baby I hope that you miss me
Every time you're shootin' that Tennessee whiskey
Baby I hope that you think of me
Every time you're drinking
writers in swarms do it,
Somerset and all the Maughams do it,
Let's do it, let's fall in love.
The Brontes felt that they must do it,
Ernest Hemingway
writers in swarms do it,
Somerset and all the Maughams do it,
Let's do it, let's fall in love.
The Brontes felt that they must do it,
Ernest Hemingway
writers in swarms do it,
Somerset and all the Maughams do it,
Let's do it, let's fall in love.
The Brontes felt that they must do it,
Ernest Hemingway
Texas, Tennessee
When I'm sitting out back in my garden
Looking out across the fields
Goodness, do I love this small town
All I need is my baby with me
So
the Tennessee wig walk
Hear a tune on a fiddle on a hardwood floor
Though I'm broke I'm weary and my back is sore
I walk with a wiggle and a giggle
the Tennessee wig walk
Hear a tune on a fiddle on a hardwood floor
Though I'm broke I'm weary and my back is sore
I walk with a wiggle and a giggle
Ernest Hemingway could-just-do it,
Let's do it, let's fall in love.
E. Allan Poe-ho! Ho! Ho!-did it,
But he did it in verse.
H. Beecher Stowe did it,
luck - all the bitches know I got a big truck
fuck yeah big truck
Big Tubbs in a big truck
Big trucks inside bigger trucks
Big trucks for my big nuts
Two
Yeah
EPMD, 9th Wonder
It's crazy
New York
Charlotte, yep!
EPMD can hold you down baby
Uh
Spark this off with a b-boy who show P love
O.G.
the lock
Come on around to my house baby, ain't nobody there but me
That's why you hear me moaning, going back to Tennessee
Wake up in the morning 'bout
I make art in ernest
Like Ernest DeSoto
Pictures pressed under
Tension and stress
Oh, did you know though
You cant see my impress
Its invisible
Like
to loot, look my babies in the eyes Turn my back so they don't see me cry
Wish I could but I ain't got the time to take some time
Descendants of kings
load it up
With a few folks in my four by four
Seat laid back, cold six pack
Window cracked, I got the good fire rollin'
Tennessee to Atlanta cross
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