Lyrics:
Down in the scrub oak country
To the southeast Texas Gulf
There used to ride a brakeman,
A brakeman double tough.
He worked the town of Kilgore,
Ha ha ha ha, there's a new sheriff in town, by the name of Raw, Cowboy Raw, and he's here
to make you move your boots, from side to side, let's go
I
To tiki tubing on the 4th of July
She's got my go dawgs hat pulled way down low
Playing throw back country on the radio
Riding shotgun in my old ford truck
the king
On his head an amphetamine crown
He talked about unbuckling that old bible belt
And lighted out for some desert town
Out with the truckers
about unbuckling that old bible belt
And lighted out for some desert town
Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels
And a good saloon in
they write the town paper
The kittens pounce and rip the mouse
Their mother caught by the church
Tire scrapes on yellow curbs
As kids in cars pulled up
Don't fence me in
Wilcat Kelly, back in town again
Was standin' by his Sweetheart's side
And when his Sweetheart said, "Come on, let's settle down"
Steamboat Willie Bonnie Prince of
All this shit
You're like the king of a certain genre
But even you must want to
Quit like if you hear
A record by Bob Dylan
blinkin' one eye)
Still thinkin' of lines to cast in the pines
For ones like me, who live the same life
Just country motherfuckers in a town
With a time way
and I feel so ashamed
That I've made her the image of me
Well I met her in a little country town
She was simple and old-fashioned in some ways
to blame
And I feel so ashamed
That I made her the image of me.
Yes, I met her in a little country town
She was simple and old-fashioned in some ways
I went on my own to
Jamaica, to Bob Marley's old studio
And sang of a lovely, doomed young friend:
"Fatima Fatima, I'm in America
I make rhymes and I
music
That good old country song
It makes you walk, makes you talk,
Makes you jump on the floor
Then you got to come back for more
Hear that music
You
There was nothin' going on in this old town
Just one street and the shop's shut down
The sun has come the grass is dry
You came kicking up dust
of sound
Hit record spots from town to town
Dug deep in the crates where plates are found
Schooled by the greats that shaped the round
Phonograph, yo I
can't get a word in edgewise
Now an old country boy just
Can't sit on the porch
And watch while the world passed by
No, he's got to be part
Of some
plan
Human wars over there
And we'll come and knock 'em down
And he reaches the other side first
Gets a job in the dirty old town
And he reaches
(ratchet) i’m like "ha ha
Too late sucker" in the Chevy rolling
(we outie) speeding up South Country trail
That old McDonald’s (skrrrt)
I’m raking in views
That can't be stolen by Uncle Sam
On the outskirts of a small town
Where I can watch the sun go down
c good old treasury dime
It ain't much but it's mine
seem so much better
Here's my truck, 3500 HP
10 years older than my girl
And 15 younger than me
We've been hauling loads across the country
Town to town
Country cooking out front by Miss Mabel
Ahh ohh
That sign stops people from miles around
From outta state and outta town
The good Lord knows he was gettin
stand in line in the cue is never where I base (cubase)
School is never old how do y’all remain old school ?
When radios give me Air time I still take
on a rainy spring Saturday afternoon
Are we born innocent
One two three four
Old flowers in vases and young cops in the dark
Kids with under Armour Caps
Sweet
death
On a country road far from town
I stare by the wheel just as sure as I feel
That there won't be but one sound
That's the wheel that keeps
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