Lyrics:
the blind
The world has closed its front door
Dear god now, what lies behind
All alone in the sea
A brave little country set free
By a man so sick with
country town that had me feeling so good
Sometimes I ponder with the fallen leaves
When we used to catch crawdads in the creek
Finally found you on Facebook
And I'm the only thing that's living in this ghost town
Except for the clouds
And man, they're coming down
If I knew my way around by now, I'd be bound for
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 know it
Brandy
Keyshia Cole, Lauryn Hill if you're speaking soul
I fell in love with TLC when I was three years old
Angela Davis bailed out by a Fresnan
It was
pop our collars grip our nuts
Kill our enemies' visions and feed fishes there guts
Heavier in the old school country launching Malibu's
350 rockers 450
hair
Sittin' lookin' pretty by the fire in a lawn chair
New to town, and new to me
Her ruby red lips was sippin' on sweet tea
Shot me in love like
a muscle and I broke my jaw
I'm being hassled by the gd-damn law
They get away with murder and racial wars
I'm just watching Louie free of charge
cnd now
Bottomless mimosas
Don't seat you at the table but they want the photos
Wait, I'ma take my pony show
To old town road though
And tell em I'm freshest
Growing up in my town, fame was only on television
I got thousands of people checking YouTube for how I'm living
Yeah, it's crazy, back in high school we
I was baptized at the baptist church
My old man taught me 'bout a hard days work
I learned how to love and learned how to fight
It's where we keep
Country roads, old theater marquee signs
Parkin' lots, and billboards flyin' by
Spanish moss, little hick town squares
Wild roses on a river bank
his country, gun fearlessly carried
But then old Johnny Johnson receded
Just like the town where is body is buried.
Like a balding man's hairline
Like
hogasha roobka aha aha aha you shine down upon me
By some higher order you keep getting bolder
By god or by country you kill like a soldier
By some
on
Singing a country song soft and low
Oh when I've got a worried mind I know
I hear the ghost of Patsy Cline
On the Grand Old Opry Show
Living
on
Singing a country song soft and low
Oh when I've got a worried mind I know
I hear the ghost of Patsy Cline
On the Grand Old Opry Show
Living
years old
Just completely by luck
Wandered into one of the best schools
In the world for taekwondo i just got lucky
I got really, really, really lucky
I
It had been a bad day in court for James
He had spent the day defending his client, a
Russian resident alien who was in the country on a student
found meaning in life again
Sixty years of life gone by you've seen wars probably cried
The way life moved you around to the small country town
Some
a Fortnite clan
Creek Squad, some are Builders
Some are Shooters, victory Royale
You're gettin' styled by a country singer
Down at the Cut N Corral
Jeez I
getting' old but I got some new stickers
Vestax my mixer the fade is leakin' over
Open another bottle and puff another big dossier
My life folds up I
and many time zones
But Ill always dream about home
Built by the river where the story unfolds
We fought through decline like the old three graces of stone
the rear view
Old Skoal can and cowboy boots
And a ""Go Army"" shirt folded in the back
This thing burns gas like crazy
But that's all right
People got
happen with all my friends
Understand, it's my chance, yeah
In a town so little, giant country so bitter, world so mean and shitty like deficient wizard
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