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A bridge so old so let it go
Where's the bridge that's gonna take me home?
The bridge that someone's fighting over
A bridge that someone's
a banana in the tale pipe
Party all day and all night
So get your mind right
The time is now
We bout to take over your Town
Straight clown
So smile
Don't
My southside, my get back
My heartbreaks, my karmas
My set backs, my home town
My life time, my sun up
My sundown, my everything
My used to be,
Stompin' the same old grounds
Makin' rounds and rounds and rounds
Around this town, around this town
Bought a case at the cutoff store
Pregamin' like we did
hopes were dead
And the wine was runnin' low
And the old man came home
From the forest
His tears fell on the sidewalk
As he stumbled in the street
change the landscape
Take a short visit home in the town
It's time to re-up, it's back on the Greyhound
Next stop, NYC
Take your seats please
I know
biscuit town, in biscuit town
You're shallow waters, I'm the deep seabed
And I'm the reason you flow
I got more moons wrapped around my head
were down on Highway 9
Down by the river bend
But this town has ears and this town has eyes
And a whole lot of so called friends
Oooh that ain't
drinkin' in Boston
Who's gonna take us home?
I don't care as long as I aint alone, guitar!
We're goin' drinkin' in Boston
Down by old Fenway
Drinkin' to all
Pointed right at me
I swear I left her by the river
I swear I left her safe and sound
I need to make it to the river
And leave this old Nebraska town
The Shannon where we swam
And I can see that old bog road
With turf piled to the sky
Oh Banagher, you’ll be my town
Until the day I die
Again I walked
York New York big city of dreams
But everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by
It's so nice to meet an old friend and pass the time of day
And talk about the home town a million miles away
Is the ice still in the river?
Are
shoes, long road, gotta walk by myself
No clue what's on 'cause, I ain't calling for help
If I'm old news I'll make sure to report it myself
Got my whole
(Bullock) was given to us by one of the following slaveowners, David Bullock, Jesse Bullock, or Joshua Bullock, who resided in Edgecombe County, North
london town
But no matter how far
Or how wide I roam
I still call Australia home
I'm always travelling
I love being free
So I keep leaving
The sun
Paper up, double pumpin', BIG, where's the loot? (loot, loot)
It ain't safe, it ain't safe
Mil' in cash in the safe
French vanilla by the case
Fuck
Vanilla by the case, fuck the cuffs, where my bracelet?
Frenchy is the name, CB is the gang
Let's call the boys, call a couple planes
R-r-ring on like
I’m driving down these old dirt roads
I see the hills up on the right
White grass, artificial ski slope
Im speeding by the east coast train line
old city and tell them that I
Give them forty days more to get humbled down
And if they don't do it, I'll tear up the town
When he heard the Lord
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
they turned out all the lights
Send us home to either fuss or fight
And you know we've been around
Been around this old town
Drinking every night 'til
Earl Keen
at the dance hall down in green
he said the party never ends down aggy way
yeah and Dallas has their show with old David Allen Coe
he never
There's an old saying that you're
The dumbest in your youth
Whoever said that must have met Charlie Puth
But he can't be that dumb
'cause he's
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