Lyrics:
long to be
Old Cwmfelin Mynach makes country boys like me
Now we're sucking diesel and the smoke is flying high
In a truck or cab or transit van we'll
make our own whiskey and our own smoke too
Ain't too many things these old boys can't do
We grow good-ole tomatoes and homemade wine
And a country
spoiling for a fight
Then jake rampaged against a knife in the hands of old bob stein
And over jake they held a wake in the days of 49
In the days of old, in
He was just an old country doctor
In a little Kentucky town
Fame and fortune had passed him by
But we never saw him frown
As day by day in his
I was born with a shotgun in my hand
I was raised up by a redneck old man
Country living small town raised
I was born I was born in the usa
I was
old boys can't do,
We grow good old tomatoes and homemade wine,
Country boy can survive,
Country folks can survive,
Cause ya can't starve us out and ya
children running around,
Everybody's somebody in an old hill country town!
Dirt daubers humming, see the stickle burrs on your sock,
Sure signs you spent
town one day
A little old country man begin to play
Had two guitars and a beat-up saxophone
When the drummer said those cats begin to
Oh baby, ooh
We drink in moderation
And he drives me home in his big old Chev.
We drink at the Town and Country
Where the atmosphere is great
I love to have
stunner shades on, and a tree in my roots
I got the Chi-town swagger, and I rocks it full
Yes, Mudville, baby, we don't take no bull
We keep it rockin'
Well few years back when we had just met I was curious to ask him a question
I said: "Old friend Bob T., ain't it lonely out here? And don't you ever
Chapman
RIGHT HEAD : Michael Palin
OLD MAN : Terry Gilliam
HEAD KNIGHT OF NEE : Michael Palin
FATHER : Michael Palin
PRINCE HERBERT : Terry Jones
GUARD #1 :
There's a roadhouse just outside of town on a two-lane blacktop
Where all the folks come to hear country music play
And every year, the city's
talking Water Street
And yeah I come from A-Town, that city that's golden
And you know we got that Spam brand that keeps the money flowin' (it's flowin')
wander around from town to town just like a roving sign
And all the people say, "There goes Tom Moore, in the days of '49"
In the days of old, in
rolling down Main Street
A country song spinning on a CD
Small town looking for a good time
Raise a little hell and a drink at the county line
Muddy
an all-star line up
Like none I'd ever seen
Roger Miller opened the show with Bob Wills and his Texas Playboys
Followed by Webb Pierce followed by Hawkshaw
whiskey and our own smoke, too
Ain't too many things these old boys can't do
We grow good old tomatoes and homemade wine
And a country boy can survive,
War
And on their return home they were shunned by Australia and its government
It took fifteen years, and in 1987 Prime Minister Bob Hawke turned
and the country out Cool J-A-M-E-S
Fresh as a cliche but so is my forte
Disco is out Rhythm and blues is old news
P's and Q's keep me in your shoes
And you're
We thought no one could see
We got shot at six times one night
By an old man in his briefs
Just country boys no shoes on our feet
Just country boys
"Never to go to war with one another again"
". . .Juden. . ."
"This country is at war with Germany."
"December 7, 1941, (the Japanese have
alive
So I bought an old house-trailer out on the countryside
You can't write country songs in town they say
We packed up and moved out there
from dreaming...
Then I woke up from dreaming
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(Darrell Edwards - G. Ardis)
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