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truck, his dash, the county on his tag
The songs on his radio, the stickers on his glass
From four-bys to two-bys, it's true you can't judge
A book by
heart broken
Don't take me down to county judge
I'll be gone in an instant there'll be just a memory of us
Like a fortress undefended your eyes caught in
Government of the people
For the people
By the people
Earlier today a Broward County appellate court judge has
Upheld the previous ruling
We made Oklahoma a little after three
Randy, his brother Bob, and my old GFC
We had some moonshine whiskey and some of Bob's homegrown
We were so
whole town was built around
There's a couple old dirt roads
Left down by old potts' farm
We used to throw down hard out there man we never did no harm
ain't a rapper but if I was
This ain't some shit that I could rap after
Caught up in the rapture
You call yourself a factor you're lame
Paving a way Bob
friends I don't seek
And money ain't about shit
Except for old greed
And I don't need a mansion
By a big white beach
Gimme a fuckin' double wide
By
And the ship lost its way in the fog
And that whale of the crew was reduced down to two
Just meself and the captain's old dog
Then the ship struck a rock, oh
fall into commitment
Them bundles hangin different
Ya nails done by dem csians
You wanna puff on hookah
Threw down back
all ya liquor
You
hate
fell down to his knees to pray and he cried Lord Johnny please don't shoot
Before he got half way to sayin' amen well old John shot him out of his boots
I went down to Taneytown
I went down to Taneytown
To see what I could see
My mama told me never go
I'm damn near twenty two years old
Sometimes I
And the ship lost its way in the fog
And that whale of the crew was reduced down to two
Just meself and the captain's old dog
Then the ship struck a rock, oh
livin' wild and living free
Living life makin' memories
Sitting back thinkin' summer days
A plain white T and an old Chevrolet
Driving fast down a county
Straddling the county lines, I lift my head toward the pine
To see my hows dilapidated burned up by a cigar flaming
I run my hands through the ruins
guitar bum whose name I never knew
Old School Nashville, Harlan Howard, Bob McDill
Tom T Hall go drink your fill and blow us all away
There was this
smithy of damnation
Sometimes heated by his love
For his power and his gold.
Inside there was his humble little clerk,
His peddling name was Bob Cratchit,
Land."
Stigall fell down to his knees to pray, and he cried "Lord, Johnny please don't shoot!"
Before he got halfway to saying "Amen", well old Johnny
the old soft shoe
He jumped so high
Jumped so high
Then he'd lightly touched down
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles
Dance
I met him in
pass 'em the Oscar
From the new school rappers, yeah I'm the illest on the roster
Smoke like a rasta
Black and white like Bob Marley, yeah, like Bob
to disagree?"
So Bernice bobs her hair and is instantly ensnared
In a trap so well prepared by Marjorie
Her hair was long, her hair was dark
Her hair fell
And I just want to let y'all know
Who I came down here with
I slid in here with Lord J
And Alamo with the A
And I came to get wreck, like this
I'm
And the ship lost its way in the fog
And that whale of the crew was reduced down to two
Just meself and the captain's old dog
Then the ship struck a rock, oh
I held the keys to that old Chevrolet
And you held the keys to my heart
I'd throw a fit, hit the dash,
Get out and kick the tire
When that old
would listen to the radio and be able to play the songs by ear. And I remember saying to my dad when I was about six or seven years old, and I think I was
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