Lyrics:
Sometime I'm tempted by big brown eyes
Sometime I'm tempted to cheat and lie
Sometime I'm tempted but won't give in
Old mister Devil ain't gonna
Old Rex he was a cowboy
That's the story that I heard when I was young
Those tales of breaking broncs and riding bulls
Just seemed to roll right off
Every time I contemplate
My my mind rewind, like this tape
Trying to get more time on my plate
What a waste chasing my old ways
What a waste chasing
like a chump 'cause he got what they want (want)
He under thirty years old but already he's a pro
Designer trousers slung low 'cause his pockets stay
Brown kids in cages
Black bodies on the ground
Women with old men's hands
Covering their mouths
While the white folks in their red hats are cheering
by himself but feels protection
Got a baby mama and a four year old kid
But kicked them both out and sold his own crib
Remembered his pin to the best
the sound
Folks let me down now I'm coming off the ground
I look around A2F we inbound
We in the town brush the waves, it make you drown
I look around see
He was thinking back when he was a kid
His folks were divorced
His old man high on something
Came knocking at the door
His mama wouldn't talk
a philostopher 'n see what he says!
Greggery stops at a gas station
And makes a mysterious phone
Is this the old loft
With the paint peelin' off it
By
remember what your old pal said
Son you've got a friend in me
Yeah you've got a friend in me
You've got a friend in me
You've got a friend in me
You
trusting you
Ain't nothing but lust in you
Thanks be to God I obeyed the teaching I was entrusted to
Cause when you pass by you just want ya boy
of waterworks
That old gravel lot full of four by fours
A half burnt neon dive bar door
Yeah, this map dot, ain't just a map dot to me
Yeah, it's miles
Old man Cole lived in a shotgun shack
Outside of town by the swamp and the railroad tracks
Old folks say He's a mean old snake
Keep your distance boy
by lazy folks
Who just live their life no
Different from the day before
It was the same old song so
I turned off the radio
I turned off the radio
chillin' with the folk
Chewin' the fat, blowin' the smoke
Back porch chillin' watch
Them horseshoes throw
Marinatin' the hills, yeah Tennessee soak
Mountain
Oh, the stars were twinkling brightly in the misty summer night
While a quarter moon was rising in the east
All the little folk were working hard
Off in the studio to get my old burd back on her feet, and my little bro'
In Statesboro and my little 'cause Mark Twain, all my
Folks that hang with
The Reverend Mr. Black was my old man
I gotta walk that lonesome valley, I got to walk it by myself
Oh, nobody else can walk it for me, I got to walk it by
been around,
And as they spoke you clearly saw their feet were on the ground!
Hello!
How are you?
How's the folks?
What's new?
I'm great!
That's
of the great
magicians. An expedition of alien voyagers came upon
the now ice-covered sphere, drawn there by an
unexplained lone beacon far below the miles
never tell we were cowboys; we were real lookin' hippies by heck. With long hair, bare feet, old t-shirts, and beads around our necks. And shoot we just
Lots of folks back East, they say, is leaving home every day,
Beating the hot old dusty way to the California line.
Cross the desert sands they
Lots of folks back East, they say, is leavin' home every day
Beatin' the hot old dusty way to the California line
'Cross the desert sands they roll,
Sometime I'm tempted by big brown eyes
Sometime I'm tempted to cheat and lie
Sometime I'm tempted but won't give in
Old mister Devil ain't gonna win
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