Lyrics:
County, Gibson Pond by and by
Freight train rolls unsteady as we look to the pines
For the long, lean man with the gun-smoke eyes
Willow, oh Willow have
and engineered by Chris Rosser
Drums engineered by Nick Ace Lutz at County Q, Nashville, TN
you're smiling now. OOH!
It might have been in County Down,
or in New York, in Gay Paree,
or even, London Town.
Hey! What difference does it make?
No
in the fog
And that whale of a crew
Was reduced down to two
Just myself and the Captain's old dog
Then the ship struck a rock
Oh Lord! what
It's crazy im still searching for your soul
All this chasing shit getting old
Did a lil time in that county
My life ruined
Charges pending
They tryna
rest easy Madeline, I'm bringing down the bank
Across this flooded county line
And when I get home we'll have a grand old time
But don't you shed no
his homosexuality by marrying a female
Opera star henry Miller, in his old
Age, obsessed with young Oriental
Girls john Dos Passos going
From fervent
rose to the occasion (It's drippin' right down my lap)
Now, I'm a dead man!
The unspoken truth
Denial of youth
Solicited by crude
In your day to day
peace straight forever hit our target
I den just copped me new whip the Audi went down on some broken and old shit
I can build me a bitch make her my own
a ten-bob note up his nose
Such a mean old man
Such a mean old man
His sister Pam works in a shop
She never stops, she's a go-getter
Takes him out
a deal
You see we split the money fair
Except for thirty percent to the county seat
To keep the law out of our hair
And old Charlie's working out real
break roots in half
Straight architect gets down for the craft
With the sound that hits the spot
Makin' heads bob while your speakers get hot (echoes)
a war I’m trying to win
Cause I’m done earning pennies
Getting gaveled by my neighbors
Dragged away from my family
Eating pbjs with a cookie sitting down
contemplating plans
For the next diamond heist
Art thieves and jewel connoisseurs
I study every part of they mind and
Make my rhyme better than yours
Elevated by
(singing)
King’s down to Gwinnett County
95 to the I-20
Dap, make a right on Duluth
By now they don’t know what’s the truth
Chemdog Sour got me
our life, nigga (drop his ass)
I just had a son, I just had a cub (my baby)
What's even better is he by somebody that I love (my baby)
My real
chess
Bet I made mama proud,
And I never followed them
I'm a leader they a crowed
In a old town road
Just breaking down pounds
Calling all shots
They
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just livin' in tha city is a serious task
Didn't know what cops wanted, din't have time to ask
on dancin' on Dixie Avenue
Down in Rockingham County summer fell into fall
Leaves turned gold by the old stone wall
We met at the Quick Lunch, she told me
waltz
County Road 4778
Now there's nothing behind that old gate
But the charred, blackened pile
Of a story told by fire
And each spring golden flowers
Growing off of his shoulder
Billy had two big
Caves for eyes,
With a cliff for a jaw
That would go up 'n down,
And whenever it did,
He'd puff out
THE SWAGMAN'S REST – Banjo Patterson
We buried old Bob where the bloodwoods wave
At the foot of the Eaglehawk;
We fashioned a cross on the old man's
Lulled to sleep by sirens
And the electric flash from late night trains
And life was as beige as my dad's Ford Cortina
My camp mannerisms coming across if
life
Love and respected by all
His jokes were the talk of the county
He knew how to make people laugh
I cried all the way to Kentucky
And then I
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