Lyrics:
leanin' hella hard goin' by in the car
Do the old school, do the old school
I'm from the old school, do the old school
Old school, do the old school
love for my city, my town ridin' round
Home is where the heart is, so you know I hold it down
I got love for my city, my town ridin' round
Home is where
to the murder of Dr david Gunn
Who was killed in Florida
By pro-life activists
While I was living there that was
The ultimate hypocrisy I
Witnessed growing up:
girl standing
In a doorway in the gloom
We'd hardly started talking
The old scenario
And I just let her work me over
Down by the Ohio
River
the rat race
And these days that's a special way of life
Down home, where they know you by name and treat you like family
Down home, a man's good word
David driving down the road in the family car
With nothing but a tambourine and a old scratched up guitar
But the night carries on
David takes
to fit
Things have changed
By then David had a daughter and a son
And a rap sheet to prove all the time that he'd done
He was just a burned out, beat
little town of Bethlehem how still we see Thee lie
Above Thy deep and dreamless sleep the silent stars go by
Yet in Thy dark streets shineth
the rat race
And these days that's a special way of life
Down home, where they know you by name and treat you like family
Down home, a man's good word
old
It's a picture perfect place, I can't wait to see your face
When we get to our forever home
Me and you will be forever home
Yeah, we'll leave
angry even then
And he was angry even then
Educated by an Anglican clergyman
Old John Prince was a smart one
Until 1833 he lived in England
As a lawyer
shone in the east and what a dream it was
In London Town I walked around Piccadilly Circus
A mass of people movin' here and there I wandered where
produced by David Banner
And we wanna talk to you a
Little something like this babygirl dig this
I've been watchin' your body since
You walked in the party
town
Now these bitches want me around
Nigga I'm Counting it all up by the Grand
It was all in the plan
Whiles Theirs blood in the sand
I'm turning g
place on this good Earth is half as heavenly
Graced with Southern charm and culture
By her people warm and kind
She’s the home in old Kentucky
Stephen
boy
Wiltshire boy
Trowbridge town, my home town
Or as close as I will get
In there many cousins
That I have never met
This old town, red brick town
the ways the different people
Hail the king whose star shone in the east and what a dream it was
In London Town I walked around Piccadilly Circus
A mass
One, two, three, four
Driving slow on a Sunday
Goin' by that old cafe
Where the old boys are rollin' dice
To see if they can pay for coffee at half
that water
When they came up to the shore
Sayin' sorry son this won't be
Dry land here anymore
Yes and my home town
Is a half mile down
It's
here, I'd be home by now
From my living room, I could paint this town
With the money I'd save, I could buy us all a round
Yeah, if I lived here, I'd be
and Portland west and back along the line
I'm goin' now to a place that's best that old home town of mine
Eight more miles and Louisville will come in to my
by and by
I’ll fly away
I ain’t got no home in this crazy town
I don’t recognize it when I look around
Everybody’s yelling it makes no sense to me
occupation
For me
I don't mind being by myself
If there's no one else around
It's the last good time in town
Well, I could stand up straight, get a real
wings
And you'll take to the sky
But till that morning cuz
There ain't nothing can harm you
With daddy and mama standing by
Ooh
There's a boat that's
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