Lyrics:
Any old time, you want to come back home
Drop me a line, and say no more you'll roam
You had your chance to play the game fair
When you left me,
And the new south, thank God
Is still the same
Old Nashville's still got a song and dance
And the Florida girls still
Wear no underpants
And we all get drunk
Sitting in the same old bar room
Staring at the same old faces
Hoping for someone new to do you right
Someone to be your lover
Not just another one
and
Said, "Okay, wait, hmm
I may not want to be 40 years old
Rapping the hip hop fans may not
Want to hear me when I'm 40 years old rapping
So I'm going
We've watched them leaving
Seen their ragged flight
Children of the jungle, mothers of the night
A boy of ten by the roadside lies
Hears his future
I believe in a hill called mount calvary
I believe whatever the cost
cnd when time has surrendered
cnd earth is no more
I'll still cling to the old
bars of death, here comes a bad Mother F
Don't say another (shh) don't take another
Mic check one, One, checky two
What's this? The old switcharoo, huh!
explode
Big, bad, and bold B-boys of old
Many styles we hold, let the story be told
Whether platinum or gold, we use breath control
So let the beat
changed
But man sometimes I miss them old days
They say we've come a long way
But I say it's a little bit too far
From when the world turned slower
to drank 'til my back start slumpin'
Like old men, live by them old rules
Fought all the steps front of them old fools
Got me nowhere, nigga, it's
George Bush did
Lv gators on, 20 G footprints
Top 5, I could give a nod and the shot fly
I was in the drop top when I dropped by
You know it was a 2014
the Ford
Well it was truck after truck, we all got stuck
?cept the big old four by hutterite truck
We all thought ?lord are we in luck!?
But he wouldn?t
team,
If they don't win, it's a shame
'Cause it's one, two, three strikes, you're out,
At the old ball game"
Katie Casey saw all the games,
Knew
with a shorty from Iceland
Who old dad put 'em up on white sand
Starving to make a wack debut he came through the lobby
Three culture Devilles with
Sometimes in fond mem'ry my thoughts go back to the old country church
That I attened as a boy
You know it's kinda funny how we cling to old bygone
a pretty little lady to hold
Southern summer, and that sun shining down
Like Daddy's silver dollar
Gotta hop on the old dirt road
These are the days of gold
Palm trees and beautiful hips
Man it dosen't get any better than this
Sun settin' like fire on the Viper Room
Old Lemmy holed up at the bar
Old enough, bold enough man up, woman up
Think you had enough? What you know about
Whatever you know about
Question is, uh, can you get it out?
I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river, and it made me complete
of stayin' above the rising waterline.
Well the sky has finally opened,
the rain and wind stopped blowin'.
But you're stuck out in the same old storm again.
And nextdoor neighbors wave when we drive by
I pray
There's gas in my truck, and dust in my mirror
That every day my fridge is full of ice cold beer
Gimme
a moment, when did I get lonely?
Can't process, can't CPU
I just wanna be with you
Lost in memories, I had reason to, ah
I want it back, I want the old
Yeah, I was just hangin' out
Some little west coast town
Found a bar out by the sand
So I made my way in
First thing that caught my eye
Like
first heard Merle?
Got the nerve to kiss a green eyed girl?
Where would old dogs ride?
And where would life fly by?
And Where would I have raised
_(cropped).jpg/226px-Claire_Lynch_(30361323857)_(cropped).jpg "Claire Lynch")
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